Låttexter
Don't tell your mother that we're leaving her
Don't tell your father we may never return
And kiss your little sister while she sleeps
Don't think I'll tell mine, she'll never let us leave
I'll tell those fuckers that I work for to go to hell
All the people thought they knew me so very well
And Josephine, I don't love her anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
We'll leave our things behind for friends and family
We'll roam like gypsies along shores of silent seas
There'll be no reason to be frightened or sad
There'll be no wishing for the things we never had
You'll tell those fuckers that you work for to go to hell
All the people you thought you knew so very well
And Josephine, I don't love her anymore
