Trussed up like a rabbit, told what I can do and say
It’s mine, it’s mine, nobody can take it away
My life it is a wreckage
And my life it is my own
How long, how long before they take the money away
Once you loved a man who put his lover in a crust
Well, could you love a man who’d see it all turn to dust?
Cause I’ll calcify the wreckage
And I’ll call the work my own
How long, how long before the features turn to rust?
I don’t wanna hear another song about your ex-wife
I don’t wanna hear you bragging ’bout your Swedish rights
But don’t stop, don’t stop, no, don’t stop, don’t stop,
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop on my account.