STUREPLAN - LYRICS Translated

I see a man on Stureplan
He’s buying sex with drinks from the bar
I see a woman at Sturehov
She’s searching for love with her pussy as the bait
In Sturehov with vintage wine
he flashes Rolex, she rattles her gold
Along the façade, there lives a man
he built his home out of blankets and Ikea cartons
It's football today, on Tele 2 arena
police with buses, truncheons and tear gas
A injured man at the hospital OR
he dies from injuries he got from a fotball “fan”

Is this, is this our town? Is this what we waaaaaaaant?
Lidingö brats in the corner of Spy Bar
they are snorting snow with 10 pound notes
A gang of teenagers on the Rågsved square
they borrow syringes and fill in their veins
Is this, is this our town? Is this what we waaaaaaaant?
I see a man high on the bridge, he’s cutting the wire grid with cold shaking hands
He has decided, to end it here, he steps out with the hope of something better
(spoken)

Is this, is this our town? Is this what we want?
/Gus Muller -15/18
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