Odd games he plays here  Does not mean to harm  Someone stalks the strange side  Soaked by soup that stinks  Curiosity your brother  Disclosing all the depths  But some things ought better  Not being found out  Don't give us anything reminding of age  'Cos though we do love you it's not far from rage  Pick all those nettles  Pick some for us too  But soup on a dog is far harder to make  Wait you're being used in  A proper drench of fear  But face reveals nothing  You're drunken on yourself  Don't give us anything reminding of age  'Cos though we do love you it's not far from rage  Yes to the depths  And yes to your health  But some things ought better not being found out  Wanting till bloodless  Four-legged bundle is back here  That is the truest  And the saddest part of all  No flesh can understand the wriggling ways within  Look in the ditches  Oh Lord, where is he lying strewn  Let's drop a black wreath  Where our dog most likely fell  Just sweep past evil smell of flesh that understands  (Words: Sahlin Music: Rellmark/Engström)