Writer(s): Fredrik Sonefors, Anna Bergendahl, Jimmy Erik Robert Jansson

Let it burn…

Leave them smoke and take the cash, then hurry back.

And go tell your mother:

From the start a hungry heart is doomed to break.

Gold will be gold. For we get old,

When we can still be really dumb,

And leave no trace, lie to their face.

And we’ll just bite our tongue.

Ain’t no wonder they would put us

Those six feet below the ground,

And by then all that is left’s our memories.

So let’s give them one hell of a story,

Put your foot right on the gun,

And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.

And in the flames

I swear I’ve heard a mockingbird calling my name.

And from the dark

Something new will come on through and rise again.

Gold will be gold. For we get old,

When we can still be really dumb.

We are black brothers, don’t tell the others,

You know: mum’s the word.

Ain’t no wonder they would put us

Those six feet below the ground,

And by then all that is left’s our memories.

So let’s give them one hell of a story,

Put your foot right on the gun,

And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.

Gold will be gold. For we get old,

When we can still be really dumb,

And leave no trace, lie to their face.

We’ll just bite our tongue.

Ain’t no wonder they would put us

Those six feet below the ground,

And by then all that is left’s our memories.

So let’s give them one hell of a story,

Put your foot right on the gun,

And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.

So let’s give them one hell of a story,

Put your foot right on the gun,

And they can call us Thelma and Louise.