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I used to know a super hero, but he's dead

And my mum cries all the time, that's lame

I used to do stupid things, it made me crazy

And hit myself in the face, started to bleed

Keep your enemies close and your friends at a distance

Ignite a flower, it comes from Afghanistan

She convinces me to do everything, can speak like Skavlan1

And when we had sex, I felt like a God

She is probably in an Airbnb with a guy

Who has a camera and swears that the female body is art

And I'm at home wanking off and taking drugs

If that's not a mood

I made Sandstorm and my name is Darude

I was at a KFC in Paris

When you called and said: "Now they come, okay, peace"

And I hung up the phone just after you said:

"Son, the good ones go first, but legends live forever"

Okay, I used to know a super hero, but he's dead

And my mum cries all the time, that's lame

My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"

And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – as a brick

And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me

I know plenty of good people with bad ideas

And they deserve to be heard they too

Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever

Okay, I live all my dreams, there are only nightmares left

I'm a flying fish in a pool of eternity

My heart on my shirt and my shirt inside out

I know some girls from downtown who turn boys into men

Speak of the devil, he comes as slow as a snail

Things are much closer than they seem in the mirror

I want to ride a mare in the mountains and just prance

Don't just stand there, take a picture of me now you moron

I'm at home with a big, ugly joint and a soda

Watch at a video of a dog that's friends with a cat

And she's in Milan and New York and enjoys life so fucking much

And drinks gin tonic with pepper and cucumber

My mum thinks that I look tired, to what price

It's a shame that you have to see me like that in a newspaper

But I'm doing fine

Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever

Okay, I used to know a super hero, but he's dead

And my mum cries all the time, that's lame

My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"

And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – as a brick

And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me

I know plenty of good people with bad ideas

And they deserve to be heard they too

Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever

Some live longer than others

I used to know a super hero, but he's dead

And my mum cries all the time, that's lame

My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"

And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – yes, as a brick

And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me

I know plenty of good people with bad ideas

And they deserve to be heard they too

Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever

1. Norwegian talkshow host

• Artist:Cezinando
• Album:Et godt stup i et grunt vann