Most men are like me, the struggle and doubt
They trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy with livin to worry about a little word like love

But when I see a mothers tenderness
As she holds her young close to her breast
Then I thank God that the world's been blessed 
with the thing called love

De e fullt en lörda klockan 5,
Jag längtar alltid härifrån men aldrig hem
Skulle vilja ta det sen, vad ska det bli av mig,
Det finns dagar som idag, hopplösa mornar
Då jag vaknar som ett vrak
Å jag märker alla har - har fått nog av mig

Vad har du gjort av dig, för dig, med dig själv
Situationen e så sjuk
Vad har du gjort, för dig ere alltid helg
O helgen måste ta slut

Jag blev ett måndagsbarn
Hela livet blev en helg
De e månda snart
Men jag lever för ikväll

Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
for the next round
Keep the scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
Swelling goes down

And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Make sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown

Saw you crashing round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you'd say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground

And if you're ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Make sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown

When i dream
I dream of your lips
When i dream
I dream of your kiss
When i dream
I dream of your fists
your fists
your fists

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
for the next round
Keep the scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
Swelling goes down

And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Make sure you come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown