Lyrics:
vill Och så en kväll finns han där På gatorna i Morristown Han kommer sent om natten in på krogen Som ligger i dom fattigas kvarter Han sitter alltid
Fantomet, Fantomet, mange har hørt hans navn Fra de dype skoger helt til Morristown Fantomet, Fantomet, banditters nemesis Har en røst som fryser
Morristown, Tennessee Lifting them couches on the packing line for the Lea Industries Now you might say it’s low down You might say it’s defeat But if it’s good
to express your individuality They will throw you to the ground and They'll kick you in the teeth Like they did to me The bombs come down on Morristown
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