Letters From A Voyage To Sweden Lyrics

Afternoon, day one
I'm on the ferry now
Here they come, the modern-day buccaneers

And they come for fun
End up having some
It's a floating Sodom I observe

It's a place where I take
Great pleasure in being right

When will they learn
when will they learn
Too much adultery just poisons your mind
A half-empty heart
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Songs from above meet the roar from below

And they've run aground
Finns and Swedes alike
Russians, how I hate the nouveau riche

Gypsy families go Back and forth, they know
How to make the whole ordeal worthwhile

I sit back and enjoy
Ah, the pleasure of being right

When will they learn
when will they learn
Too much adultery just poisons your mind
A half-empty heart
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Songs from above meet the roar from below

I can confirm
It's blood, sweat and sperm
Down on the third deck
They let themselves go
All over the floor
Crawl back for more
Finally one with the call from below

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