"Fel Del Av Gården [English]" Lyrics

Coming from the wrong part of the yard, from the other side of the track
I grew up with gypsies and romans
playing accordion
and wanting to tell my future
While my dad emptied a bottle of Explorer [Cheap vodka]
Taught myself to play guitar and those chords
Djangos quintett playing from the grammophone
with second hand suits in the closet
and brass bands live every night in the garden.

It started out good but then the problems came
Stepped in the shit early, and the tax bill
I mean the responsibilities
Rights
Governments
The justice system
The likelihood is small, the unemployment office admits
maybe one should change name or,
sell the mobile home or,
knock out the gold tooth
but sometimes the prejudice must be caught up with.

You can call me an outsider
because I didn't do what the others did
when they did what people did back in the day.
No, I'm not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise.

Come from the right part of town
that's the problem
I grew up in the nicest neighbourhood.
My dad is a designer etc.
My other dad is already late
Myself, I was a kid and adopted
So my school time was very hard and complex
Because the classmates thought it was wrong that
and the teacher was soon retiring.
Not their fault that,
things turned out the way they did
according to recommendations from the holy scripture.

Johans dad "watch out, he's the anti-Christ!"
According to miss teacher who tried to explain it sure.
Maybe we should have shot'er
or carried her out of there
Now she's dead and lies in the urn
but in some way the words still live on

You can call me an outsider
because I didn't do what the others did
when they did what people did back in the day.
No, I'm not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise.

The house peace, or something like that
I barely have any time to listen to your criticism
Not Lykke Li [a Swedish pop star]
but pretty happy [Lycklig - a play on words with Lykke Li]
So lady please give me a chance to listen to my music
but no
Not "when in Rome"
If the spoon is made of silver, I'll take it when I get there
they told me so many times
So thanks but no thanks, I'll find the exit

You can call me an outsider
because I didn't do what the others did
when they did what people did back in the day.
No, I'm not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise.

But everything was just a dream
I'm swedish, I mean, I just go past the line
I'm even a man and I have a higher wage
As long as I don't sit there unemployed.

I like the opposite sex
So kid, I'm hardly what you call a fag
But kid, I might be what you call slow
'Cause I don't understand what you're saying even if I hear you.

You can call me an outsider
because I didn't do what the others did
when they did what people did back in the day.
No, I'm not the neighbour above
but the old lady calls the cops every time and says that I make the noise.

When they did what people did back in the day
When they did what people did back in the day
Yes, when they did what people did back in the day
I stood there outside
When they did what people did back in the day
Yes, when they did what people did back in the day
When they did what people did back in the day
Goddamn, I stood there outside