Classmates

Vår första färdiga låt. En rocklåt helt enkelt. Kommer från ett Simonson-riff som vi utvecklade till en färdig låt ihop. Precis som man ska. Den har framförts några gånger live hittils. Låten har i vissa kretsar (klanen) uppnåt något av en kultstatus, men det är inte så konstigt; låten rockar!

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Classmates
The interns are out and I'm alone
Can't deal with myself going home
The summerschool's out I didn't tend
The freshmens are trying to blend

I'm thinking of killing two guys
Fuck their girlfriends and keep them alive
They've been away and they think they're so smart
But they're not
They've been away to a foreign land
I wished they'd stayed I'd have no blood on my hands
They're one year older and they still don't understand
They're dead

The interns are out and I'm alone
Can't deal with myself going home
The summerschool's out I didn't tend
The freshmens are trying to blend

I'm thinking of killing two guys
Fuck their girlfriends and keep them alive
They've been away and they think they're so smart
But they're not
They've been away to a foreign land
I wished they'd stayed I'd have no blood on my hands
They're one year older and they still don't understand
They're dead
So fucking dead

SPIRAL STAIRS 1998.