You know you should
‘Cause it's been a while
And every Swede in Stockholm thinks you're in his right
It's in my blood
And my guilty smile
In my school of thought we like to try and call it out
I won't be here for long
I'm leaving in a while
This could be my very last song
But if I'm leaving I am leaving in style
You go out at night, in the witching hour
I don't drive a car but I run pretty fast
Just like my dad
I don't wear no seatbelt, someone tore someone else
And every bounty hunter in the world is out to get me
I gotta watch my step, yeah
I won't be here for long
I'm leaving in a while
This could be my very last song
But if I'm leaving I am leaving in style