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Movits! - Fel Del Av G rden English lyrics

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<b>Fel Del Av Gården [English]</b> by <i>Movits!</i><br />Coming from the wrong part of the yard, from the other side of the track

I grew up with gypsies and romani

playing accordion

wanting to tell my future

while my dad emptied a bottle of Explorer [cheap vodka]

taught myself to play guitar and those chords

Djangos quintett playing from the grammophone

with second hand suits in the closets

and brass bands live every night in the garden

it started out good but then the problems came

stepped in the shit early, and the tax bill

i mean the responsibilities

rights

governments

the justice system

the likelihood is small, the unemployment office admits

maybe one should change name or

sell the mobile home or

knock out the gold tooth or

but some time the prejudice must be caught up with

You can call me an outsider

because i didn’t do what the others did when they

did what people did back in the days

no, I'm not the neighbour above

but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise

Comes from the right part of town

that's the problem

I grew up in the nicest neighbourhoods

my dad is a designer etc.

my other dad is already late

myself I was a kid and adopted

so my school time was very hard and complex

because my classmates thought it was wrong that

and the teacher was soon to get her pension

not their fault that

things turned out the way they did

according to recommendations from the holy scripture

johans dad “watch out, he’s the anti-Christ!”

according to miss teacher who tried to explain it sure

maybe we should have shot her

or carried her out of there

now she’s dead and lies in the urn

but in some way the words still live on

the house peace, or something like that

I barely have any time to listen to your criticism

not Lykke Li [a Swedish pop star]

but pretty happy [Lycklig - a play on words with Lykke Li]

so lady please give me a chance to listen to my music

but no

Not “when in Rome”

If the spoon is made of silver I'll take it when I get there

they told me so many times

so thanks but no thanks, I'll find the exit

but everything is just a dream

I’m swedish, I mean, I just go past the line

I’m even a man and I have a higher wage

as long as I don’t sit around with no job

I like the opposite sex

So kid I’m hardly what you call a f*g

But kid I might be what you call slow

cause I don’t understand what you’re saying even if I hear you

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