I WEAR SHADES
There´somebody who has got a phony kind
Blood on his sleeves, where does it come from?
You can wait for the chief of police -
He won´t know what´s going on
Busy people walking quickly away -
Their hearts are filled with reasons
The stormy wind blows -
It´s changing faster than the seasons
But in between there I´ve found something
That makes me think that
I wear shades while I´m walking in the sun
Military men look like
As if they´re coming from out of space
Carring big, brown bags
And a mask cover the face
Two thousand cows muh in the zoo
To the newest achievement
The priest he preaches
False hearted judges to a thousand policemen
The priest he talks to the people
Sitting on a broken steeple
And I wear shades while I´m walking in the sun
(Words & Music. Björn Fabich)