Sheepdog
 作曲 : Gustaf Norén/Björn Dixgård
Yeah Yeah Yeah
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'll 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
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
You're crying out loud
That 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 outa west
Take 'em outa 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
That 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
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
Yeah Yeah Yeah...