[Intro]
Young and dumb in Kungarum with the mouth full of bubble gum
When you were little you were free
Kungarum, Kungarum, my place of refuge in difficult times
When everything is shit, I go there

[Verse 1]
Swedish hearts beat, beat, beat for Caracas
Beat, beat, beat for Havana
Beat, beat, beat for Ramallah
Beat, beat, beat for them all
But do they beat, beat, beat for me?
Do they beat, beat, beat for you?
Do they beat for helpless Swedes?
Who need a therapist but have to wait?
We want to save the world but can't even save ourselves
We want to save the world but can't even save ourselves
Antidepressants through the roof
Treatment waiting times through the roof, through the roof
Shoulders as cold as the “Cold Wind Blows” like whoosh

[Chorus 1]
Itsy Bitsy, tricky mess
Itsy Bitsy, insult to injury
Itsy Bitsy, sleepless nights
The spider keeps spinning worse (and worse, and worse)
[Verse 2]
Maybe from the outside it has seemed as if I've been feeling great
Don't be fooled, my depression is at a late stage
Fronting like I'm fucking looking for a house up in North Bothnia
But it rings hollow, because I've finally reached the bottom
Mariana Trench, pardon my French
But I have to say how it motherfucking feels
The only thing I'm good at is sabotaging myself
Maybe it's time to seek help

[Chorus 2]
Itsy Bitsy, tips from the coach
Itsy Bitsy, shift your approach
Itsy Bitsy, handle the pressure
Don't get bitter, only better (and better, and better)

[Verse 3]
Wallah, I swear by the night sky, adorned with constellations
That a fire always burns here within
A fire that feeds on misery and devours obstacles
So, he who lives learns and he who learns wins
I surf on a victory wave
And snap in a victory streak
I slumber on a victory train
And sleep in a victory suite
Certain of victory, certain of victory, certain, certain, certain of victory
Certain of victory, certain of victory, certain, certain, certain of victory
Certain of victory, certain of victory
I am certain of victory