Flamingokvintetten - Monica lyrics

I remember Monica at the U.S. Open She might have been 16 Couldn't have been much more Answering some questions and giggling I'd never seen someone so alive on TV beforeDo you remember Monica shrieking on her backhand? Disguising herself when she went out at night? Coloring her hair like something was telling her Stay low, invisible and out of sightAnd then, Monica, the blade came, Monica Like God spitting on you, a knife in your back We read it in the paper and moved on to other things But for you all the colors fade to blackAnd oh, Monica, there you are, Monica On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King Just like John Lennon by that hotel You have to pay for our sinsWas it like being raped? Was it like being dead? Like a bad movie over and over again? Then did everyone who came close to you Suddenly hold a knife in their hand?And now, you're back, Monica Grim and hammering Trying not to think about that thing then I hope that you win every medal you can win But it may never be much fun againAnd oh, Monica, there you are, Monica On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King Just like John Lennon by that hotel You have to pay for our sins Just like Jesus by that hotel You have to pay for our sins