Texty: Mando Diao. Ode to Ochrasy. Killer Kaczynski.

Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind when there's no one around
Now in your garden there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street

Bombs for your dad, bombs for your mummy
Bombs that passed a long time ago
Now in your childhood there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street

And you wish that there was something you could do
To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but
Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind and the people around

It's such a shame now, this game you play now
You're standing lonely on the street
With bombs tied on to your feet, yeah

Blood all over the street, blood all over your body
Blood on your mind and the people around
Oh, in your garden there was never a problem
But now you're standing on the street

And you wish that there was something you could do
To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but
Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
Bombs on your mind and the people around

It's such a shame now, this game you play now
You're standing lonely on the street
With bombs tied on to your feet, yeah