Turbonegro
Oslo Bloodbath Pt. III: The Ballad Of Gerda And Tore
Er du hore ("Are you a hooker?")
Kanskje det ("Maybe.")
Hvor mye koster det ("How much is it?")

Two transvestites
Norway style
Hit it off
Pretty good for a while
Shared a mutual
Interest in crime
The odds were
Looking fine at the time
Turning tricks
In most eastern cities
Where pills are queen
And the romance is shitty
Invested profits
In an import-racket
Life was good
As so was the market

But, a good thing
Can not last forever
A dark cloud
Seldom roams alone
You know they'd seen it all before
A German shepherd
At their door
Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway?
Jeg vil ligge med deg Gerda ("I want to sleep with you, Gerda.")
Jeg yil Ligge med deg ("I want to sleep with you.")

Business was getting swell
They moved their units
Doing better then well
In half a year
From rags to riches
Branched out
All the way to Pattaya
Their love was strong
They felt they couldn't get higher
They moved in circles
Reserved for the few
She smiled at her
Even know they knew that

A good thing
Cannot last forever
A dark cloud
Seldom roams alone
You know they'd seen it all before
A German shepherd
At their door
Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway?
Time past like water under the bridge
The cash was flowing
But they were losing the thrill
To cool off
Gerda took a trip back home
But found it hard
Being so all alone
Was tempted hard
And in the end she caved in
To a man with a beard
Operating out of Rykkinn
Bad news reached Tore
She flew back enraged
Bought a gun
And found them naked
On the floor at Tøyen
All strung out on come
Boom boom bye bye

A good thing
Cannot last forever
A dark cloud
Seldom roams alone
You know they'd seen it all before
A German shepherd
At their door
Who ever died of a broken heart... anyway?
Because she looked so good in blue
Runny make-up and missing a shoe
Her scarlet blood baby covering the floor
I ran terrified towards the door
I am just a denim boy
I am just a denim boy
Gerda laying face down
In her newly found love's boudoir dead
Tore tried to explain
To the handsome young police officer
"Most rooms have four walls and a ceiling
But sometimes the floor is missing
And this makes me very angry"
"Who would ever think
A Sunday evening in Oslo, Norway
Could be so sad and grey?"
The policeman replied, feeling most intelligent