(borg, dregen, andersson)      I´ve seen you in the nightclub   I´ve seen you dressed up right   But your heart´s not beating through your pale white skin   That´s how I know that you´ll never win      Ah, ah, it´s just a dead end   Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning back      I took your place, you were a king for a day   But somehow you never learn   I didn´t ask for this it´s just the way things turn   And it hurts to go down in flames      Ah, ah, it´s just a dead end   Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning back      You got eightballs, baby, as a mattress in your bed   13 tattooed on the back of your head   Where will you go when all the things you see are black      You try to change   Maybe grow young   Jump on a bandwagon and lose      It´s just a dead end   Ah, and there ain´t no turning back