Mando Diao - Sheepdog

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Well, I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still
Oh Lord, you're tension is making me ill
You've got no friends in your home
You've got no family stone
You can't go, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip
The multi-talented strip
Will gather 'round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, ain't no doubt
About the seeds I had no thought about
No, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't know why I can't locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, while crying out loud
Well, I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions
That I would rather be with you
Don't let them closer to this secret
That I may love you

Take 'em outta west, take 'em outta height
Take 'em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation one five
They've got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light
Bust 'em in the daylight
They ain't worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said, "Hi" up to the Abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't know why I can't locate this feeling
That I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, you're crying out loud
Well, I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions
That I would rather be with you
Don't let 'em closer to this secret
That I may love you

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Now, hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
"I would rather heal your wounds"
Now, hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you

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