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Statistic Song
by Erik Hårdstedt
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Thailand has the highest rate of traffic deaths per capita
According to statistics that are planted in my brain
You wouldn't think of Thailand to be worse than
Let's say India or Egypt or Iran or even Kenya or Lemuria
Lithuania has the highest rate of suicides per capita
But followed close by Russia and surprisingly Guyana
In Greenland eighty five percent of adults tend to shoot themselves
While waiting for the sun to set like it did on the savannah
Malmö has the highest rate of hand grenades per capita
According to a neighbour who visits me at midnight
The hand grenades are distributed equally
To guarantee a city free from hierarchies that develop over centuries
Zombies have the highest rate of murders among dead people
Not only do they smell bad, they also wanna kill you
They fill your dreams together with bunch of other tragedies
Like mid life paranoia and ever distant breakthroughs
In my darkest hour when unknown shadows looming
I remember to surrender to the sweetness of statistics
Never has the world been such a safe place for humanity
Lesser is the violence we use to solve our conflicts
Thailand has the highest rate of traffic deaths per capita
According to statistics that are planted in my brain
You wouldn't think of Thailand to be worse than
Let's say India or Egypt or Iran or even Kenya or Lemuria
Lithuania has the highest rate of suicides per capita
But followed close by Russia and surprisingly Guyana
In Greenland eighty five percent of adults tend to shoot themselves
While waiting for the sun to set like it did on the savannah
Malmö has the highest rate of hand grenades per capita
According to a neighbour who visits me at midnight
The hand grenades are distributed equally
To guarantee a city free from hierarchies that develop over centuries
Zombies have the highest rate of murders among dead people
Not only do they smell bad, they also wanna kill you
They fill your dreams together with bunch of other tragedies
Like mid life paranoia and ever distant breakthroughs
In my darkest hour when unknown shadows looming
I remember to surrender to the sweetness of statistics
Never has the world been such a safe place for humanity
Lesser is the violence we use to solve our conflicts
