Burn, money; burn
I don’t like the wheels that you turn
You don’t know the value of things
I still like your bells when they ringBurn, money; burn
What I was taught is not what I learn
I don’t need an IQ-score to beat
Take my heart, there’s nothing to competeYou could say that
Love’s late for someone
You could say that
Love waits on someoneSing, my heart; sing
I know that you can change anything
I cross the street and lean on the wind
The truth is like a whisper, laughing
Sting, my heart; sting
Our enemy must save their own skin
It just takes a spark to light across
If they could, they would want to be like usMusic and original Swedish lyrics by Joakim Berg
English lyrics by Morten Harket
Published by EMI Music Publishing Scandinavia, Sony/ATV Publishing Scandinavia
Produced by Erik Ljunggren and Steve Osborne
Mixed and recorded by Erik Ljunggren at ljunggrenstudio.comDrums Karl Oluf Wennerberg
Guitars Staffan William-Olsson
Keyboards/programming Steve Osborne, Erik Ljunggren
