(Borg, Dregen, Andersson)
IВґve seen you in the nightclub
IВґve seen you dressed up right
But your heartВґs not beating through your pale white skin
ThatВґs how I know that youВґll never win
Ah, ah, itВґs just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ainВґt no turning back
I took your place, you were a king for a day
But somehow you never learn
I didnВґt ask for this itВґs just the way things turn
And it hurts to go down in flames
Ah, ah, itВґs just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ainВґt no turning back
You got eightballs, baby, as a mattress in your bed
13 tattooed on the back of your head
Where will you go when all the things you see are black
You try to change
Maybe grow young
Jump on a bandwagon and lose
ItВґs just a dead end
Ah, and there ainВґt no turning back