Goodnight Oslo

Sixteen years And all I got was high Sixteen years I couldn't even look you in the eye Sixteen calendars With nothing in their frames You said you'd pencil me in But you don't know my name My name Sixteen tons I was under there Sixteen suns Hanging o

She came out of the past Gliding through the mirror From ashtrays, turntables and body hair She came out on the nose The trains had all stopped running They had froze But I've got special powers That render me invisible To everyone but you And so del

Pa, pa, para, pa, pa, para, pa One, two, a one, two, three, four I can smell the smoke from the lungs of the Saturday groovers Busy doing nothing when you're young Saturday groovers Nothing will move us, Saturday groovers Pa, pa, para, pa, pa, para,

You might have been a villain With a capital V You might have had a plane to catch And left your family It doesn't matter what you was It's what you is and what you is And what you are You might have been a mid wife Trying to help somebody in You mig

Everyone you said that you'd Never ever turn into Leave behind or shed the truth Belief in what you have to do It's so hollow bone Settle where the compass points In the belly, in the joints The president of meat anoints He's sorry if I disappoint yo