Sons Of The Coast - Christian Kjellvander

Lay and watch an evil man

An evil man with evil plans

My god, I am a gjost, by god I am a ghost

But I am not one of those you are not one of those

We’re like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods

We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast

We’re like the past: so near or not even close

Hid by binges and or dives or in the feathers of our wives

My god, you are a ghost, by god you are a ghost

But you are not one of those, no you’re not one of those

We’re like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods

We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast

We’re like the past: so near or not even close

Cruel and young, with borrowed lungs, by deviled tongues

All we have is the grave, jolily and the folks and we’ll have the past so near

Or not even close