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