In came an old junkie, to Klara police station
his shoes were wet and his eyes cold
When he tried to speak he couldn’t get out a note
so he could neither sing not snitch

We put him in a lonely cell: his bed was wet of blood
Eventually he ran in and out as a child in the house
One day he appeared with a letter and on that letter it said:
”I sacrificed my shoes for the green light”

I opened the letter and read as thus:
”Hi brothers listen now to my story
Once I was a beautiful prince and happy as few
my fathers pride! and my mothers glory!

One day however, I got my taste of needle
my eyes opened and I bore witness:
Among all the poor fuckers who drive around their car
and live and die and eat inside a box

So I gave away my inheritance to the first best swine I saw
who ran away and bought himself a drunkenness
And I traded away my castle for amphetamine
which I stored in little capsules on my table

My father died of wrath, my mother died of sorrow
and I was hated by my own brothers!
but I didn’t give a fuck and I hummed a happy tune
where I lived in a shitty flat in Söder

The last thing I traded away was my beautiful voice
for Adam’s apple and for fair Eve
I laid to rest between two breasts
for I was tired, and I didn’t want to live”

Here the letter ended and no eyes were dry
and the chief roared ”Well for fucks sake!
Let out that fucker and see it well that he disappears!”
So there laid our junkie on the streets

A voice was heard from heaven then, so clear and so pure:
”Let all your fake emotions flee you!
For this beautiful prince gave away his pretty shine
For this he shall forever live in heaven!”

You’d think God father here in our town
wouldn’t feel welcome. That’s what you think!
But fifty old junkies like him stood in rows
and stomped and roared: ”Hallelujah!”

And four delightful angels took the heart from his chest
and laid it in a plastic bag with his needle
And then they slowly raised themselves to Heaven so far
and now it’s getting late, time to end this song