Obi Best - Swedish Boy lyrics

Do sunless times make you thoughtful? Is there more to brood about with snow in your blond hair? Is every kind of thought, every kind of pleasure lawful? Is it true that you all really care? And when I try to ask you why, why can't everything be as it is in your country? Little joy, my Swedish boy, it seems to me... You live in a made-up country It's something you'd make up when you were sleeping It's something you'd make up when you were high It's something the gods would make while they're dreaming It's something you'd make up when you were five And when I try to ask you why, why can't' everything be as it is in your country? Little joy, my Swedish boy It seems to me, you live in a made-up country Little joy, little joy Swedish boy