Emotional morons   Knows from instinct what to do   The winds are northern   This is the sound we persue   You never know it   What we carry around inside   We never show it   But we carry it for life   Down on the square   All my friends are there      Camping in Scandinavia   We don't mind   Camping in Scandinavia   When the sun don't shine   You'll see it upon arrival   We've been beautiful 'n' suicidal   Camping in Scandinavia   We don't mind      Smoke is rising a sattelite   For every tent in the snow   Of the TV in cities of 70's cement civilisation...   No real need for a God hybernation.   We all wake up by March   Down on the square   All my friends are there