Scandinavia
(Morrissey/Boz Boorer)
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 hug the soil
I eat 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 hug the soil
I eat the soil
and I praise the God who made you
Stab me in your own time
in Scandinavia
I’ll be so happy to die
in Scandinavia