Oslo Bloodbath Pt II: The Balld Of Gerda and Tore

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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 shitty 

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 shepard 
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 coulnd't get higher 
They moved in circles 
Reserved for the few 
She smiled at her 
Even know they knew that 

A good thing 
Can not last forever 
A dark cloud 
Seldom roams alone 
You know they'd seen it all before 
A German shepard 
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 Toyen 
All strung out on come 
Boom boom bye bye 

A good thing 
Can not last forever 
A dark cloud 
Seldom roams alone 
You know they'd seen it all before 
A German shepard 
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 .
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