morrissey
scandinavia
I was bored in a Fjord And I curse the heart and soul of Scandinavia Let the people burn Let their children cry and die in blind asylums  But then you came along And you held out your hand And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia  I kiss the soil I eat the soil I hug the soil And I praise the God who made you  Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia Un-protesting I'll die in Scandinavia  Into a crime in Trondheim I despise each syllable in Scandinavia Let the people burn Let their children cry And die in blind asylums  But then you came along And you held out your hand And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia  I kiss the soil I eat the soil I hug the soil And I praise the God who made you  Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia Are we happy to die? In Scandinavia