Waiting for Kirsten

We were waiting for Kirsten, me and Joel
Cause we found out the name of her hotel
With the folköl and an evening paper
In which she spelled out my name letter by letter

Well, I grew up outside this city
Where the local Estrella chips factory
Had paid the way to your grave and to your destiny
So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me?

It's to compromise a portion of his dignity
Another club, another beer, another hour
Squint at the clock up at the church tower
"What she's doing here you think?"
"I heard she's filming with von Trier"
"Hey Klara, how's your night?
Did you know about Kirsten, have you seen her?"
She says, "Yeah, she was here
But she was turned away at the door"
Yeah I know, I know
I can't believe no one told her before

That in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines
In Gothenburg, we don't make a fuss about who you are
In Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines
Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong

Cause times are changing Kirsten
Göta Älv is slowly reversing
They turned a youth-center into a casino
They drew a swastika in your cappuccino
And the VIP lines are not to the clubs
But to healthcare, apartment and jobs
Hey buddy can I borrow five grand?
Cause my dad's in chemo
And they wanna take him off his plan

I said in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines
I said in Gothenburg, you're not worth less and you're not worth any more
I said in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines
Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong

At the end of the night, me and Joel
Went back and sat outside her hotel
And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up
And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up
And write a note of affection and leave it in the reception
And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend on the back of a receipt
But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave