Bring 'em In

Mando Diao

I've gotta climb this mountain, yeah, I'll deal with you later

If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough

I am better of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow



So copying styles if you're a “one of a kind”

Oh Yeah! Alright!



Tough looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream

Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven't been the same without it

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me



With saying that I'm just a “one of a kind”

Oh Yeah! Alright!



And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon,

you may comfort me by saying that you're all by a tune, and you will say:

I wander what's so wrong about it, I wander what's happy about it,

I want it now and you will never be alive!!



I want it now, but you were never my kind,

so cry at night when the band pullet out