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Full kontroll

Ok Amigos, Let's do business!

Malcolm kom hem en dag från Columbia
Han hade rest över tusen mil med en påse pulver som bagage
I hans tankar lyste drömmen klart
Han ville leva som en kung i ett par tre år
Kanske ha nån själ att älska, sånna drömmar vi alla får
När livet tycks helt underbart
Å i en stulen Coupe De Ville
Kan man göra som man vill
Längre än lagen räcker till

Vit snö faller över stan
Svarta hästar rider gatan fram
Kungens pojkar spelar vals i moll
Å i underjorden råder full kontroll, full kontroll

I Andernas skugga, slog pulsen Cha-cha-cha
Han hade kysst djävulens hand i ett parti poker på en bar
Där i mörkret bjöd han upp till dans
Med bultande hjärta och en 38a mot sitt bröst
Hade han virvlat runt i toner som ger rikedom och tröst
Han såg det själv som livets chans
Och mellan rännsten och Chateau löper slumpens sköra tråd
Som han svingar sig uppå

Vit snö faller över stan
Svarta hästar rider gatan fram
Kungens pojkar spelar vals i moll
Å i underjorden råder full kontroll, full kontroll

Vit snö faller över stan
Svarta hästar rider gatan fram
Kungens pojkar spelar vals i moll
Å i underjorden råder full kontroll, full kontroll

Vit snö faller över stan
Svarta hästar rider gatan fram
Kungens pojkar spelar vals i moll
Å i underjorden råder full kontroll, full kontroll, full kontroll

Full Control

Okay, Amigos, let's get down to business!

Malcolm came home from Columbia one day
He had traveled a thousand miles with a bag of powder as luggage
In his thoughts, his dream shone brightly
He wanted to live like a king for a couple of years
Maybe find a soul to love, the kind of dream we all get
When life seems absolutely wonderful
And in a stolen Coupe De Ville
You can do whatever you want
Far beyond what the law allows

White snow is falling over the city
Black horses are riding down the street
The king's boys are playing a waltz in minor
And in the underworld, there is full control

In the shadow of the Andes, the pulse beat Cha-cha-cha
He had kissed the devil's hand in a game of poker at a bar
There in the darkness, he asked her to dance
With a pounding heart and a .38 against his chest
He had spun around in melodies that brought wealth and comfort
He saw it himself as life's chance
And between the gutter and the chateau runs the fragile thread of chance
On which he swings

White snow is falling over the city
Black horses are riding down the street
The king's boys are playing a waltz in minor
And in the underworld, there is full control

White snow is falling over the city
Black horses are riding down the street
The king's boys are playing a waltz in minor
And in the underworld, there is full control

White snow is falling over the city
Black horses are riding down the street
The king's boys are playing a waltz in minor
And in the underworld, there is full control, full control, full control