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turbonegro – oslo bloodbath pt. iii… lyrics

er du h-r- ( are you a hooker ) –
kanskje det ( maybe ) –
hvor mye koster det ( how much is it ) –

two transvest-tes – norway style –
hit it off –
pretty good for a while –
shared a mutual –
interest in crime –
the odds were –
looking fine at the time –
turning tricks –
in most eastern cities –
where pills are queen –
and the romance is sh-tty –
invested profits –
in an import-racket –
life was good –
as so was the market –

but, a good thing –
can not last forever –
a dark cloud –
seldom roams alone –
you know they’d seen it all before –
a german shepard –
at their door –
who ever died of a broken heart…anyway? –

jeg vil ligge med deg gerda ( i want to sleep with you gerda ) –
jeg yil ligge med deg ( i want to sleep with you ) –

business was getting swell –
they moved their units –
doing better then well –
in half a year –
from rags to riches –
branched out –
all the way to pattaya –
their love was strong –
they felt they coulnd’t get higher –
they moved in circles –
reserved for the few –
she smiled at her –
even know they knew that –

a good thing –
can not last forever –
a dark cloud –
seldom roams alone –
you know they’d seen it all before –
a german shepard –
at their door –
who ever died of a broken heart…anyway? –

time past like water under the bridge –
the cash was flowing –
but they were losing the thrill –
to cool off –
gerda took a trip back home –
but found it hard –
being so all alone –
was tempted hard –
and in the end she caved in –
to a man with a beard –
operating out of rykkinn –
bad news reached tore –
she flew back enraged –
bought a gun –
and found them naked –
on the floor at tã¸yen –
all strung out on come –
boom boom bye bye –

because she looked so good in blue –
runny make-up and missing a shoe –
her scarlet blood baby covering the floor –
i ran terrified towards the door –
i am just a denim boy –
i am just a denim boy –
gerda laying face down –
in her newly found love’s boudoir dead –
tore tried to explain –
to the handsome young police officer –
“most rooms have four walls and a ceiling –
but sometimes the floor is missing –
and this makes me very angry” –
“who would ever think –
a sunday evening in oslo, norway –
could be so sad and grey?” –
the policeman replied, feeling most intelligent –

- turbonegro lyrics

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