Turbonegro - Oslo Bloodbath Pt. III: The Ballad of Gerda and Tore lyrics

Er du hore ("Are you a hooker?") Kanskje det ("Maybe.") Hvor mye koster det ("How much is it?") Two transvestites Norway style Hit it off Pretty good for a while Shared a mutual Interest in crime The odds were Looking fine at the time Turning tricks In most eastern cities Where pills are queen And the romance is sh**ty Invested profits In an import-racket Life was good As so was the market But, a good thing Can not last forever A dark cloud Seldom roams alone You know they'd seen it all before A German shepherd At their door Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway? Jeg vil ligge med deg Gerda ("I want to sleep with you, Gerda.") Jeg yil Ligge med deg ("I want to sleep with you.") Business was getting swell They moved their units Doing better then well In half a year From rags to riches Branched out All the way to Pattaya Their love was strong They felt they couldn't get higher They moved in circles Reserved for the few She smiled at her Even know they knew that A good thing Cannot last forever A dark cloud Seldom roams alone You know they'd seen it all before A German shepherd At their door Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway? Time past like water under the bridge The cash was flowing But they were losing the thrill To cool off Gerda took a trip back home But found it hard Being so all alone Was tempted hard And in the end she caved in To a man with a beard Operating out of Rykkinn Bad news reached Tore She flew back enraged Bought a gun And found them naked On the floor at Tøyen All strung out on come Boom boom bye bye A good thing Cannot last forever A dark cloud Seldom roams alone You know they'd seen it all before A German shepherd At their door Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway? Because she looked so good in blue Runny make-up and missing a shoe Her scarlet blood baby covering the floor I ran terrified towards the door I am just a denim boy I am just a denim boy Gerda laying face down In her newly found love's boudoir dead Tore tried to explain To the handsome young police officer "Most rooms have four walls and a ceiling But sometimes the floor is missing And this makes me very angry" "Who would ever think A Sunday evening in Oslo, Norway Could be so sad and grey?" The policeman replied, feeling most intelligent