No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand

I hear echoes of a thousand screams As I lay me down to sleep There's a black hole deep inside of me Reminding me, that I that I've lost my backbone Somewhere in Stockholm I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm That's me right there on the corner,