There is a war in all the heads and there's a war in mine as well 
And if I could explain it any better, I'm sure I would 
We're in a bus and it's night, you opened up and so will I 
But though I'm good with words, I've never been good with words 

There is a town that I live in and it's a town that favors winners 
And when I win I think about when I'll next lose 
I took a train that took me north 
And it's the place where trees speak louder than the people 
But if I have to pick that's what I'll choose 
I walked along the river Ume, it chilled me out of my bones too 
But a cold wind is always better than a cold voice 
I am not strong enough for win city, I'll stay in to play Sin 
Witty people without hearts have always had a lead on me 

I'll walk into the shop where you work, it is a shop that kills you slowly 
There'll be no blood but another shirt on a hanger will still behead you 
I'll lift your arm and you'll lift mine, and in a Communist state of mind 
We're not worth more than anyone else but surely not worth less 

All I know is there's something new this year 
I don't know much, but there's something new coming near