I was mean to a friend
with a helmet on my head.
In fact the friend´s the drummer
that watches my back.
He´s always there to help me,
still I have to give him shit.
At a venue in Finland
I totally lost it.
I was drunk, man
if it helps you to understand.

Visited my old life
with a girl that could have been my wife.
We had a good night out
´til I got into this fight
with a fucker that had started to loose his hair.
He deserved getting beaten
but I should have known better
than that, man.
No one deserves to bleed for me.

Someone wrote about us in a music magazine.
Words so nice I got a tear in my eye.
Never thought I´d care for what a journalist said.
Never thought I´d pay any attention to that,
but I did, yeah.
Thanks for caring, m'am.

There she was, the women of my dreams,
not only beutiful, she was Finnish.
I asked for her number,
we could go out for a beer.
I´ve got a husband and a son, she said,
but we could still be friends.
Yeah, big chance. It never works out well
when you´re filled with yourself, it never works out well.
This spring has been the weirdest one this far.