# Swedish Rhapsody
Author: Zyperior

**Swedish Rhapsody**  
(En liten parodi på det politiska läget)  

Is this the real life?  
Is this just fantasy?  
Caught in a massinvandring,  
No escape from reality.  
  
Open your eyes,  
Look at the sums and see,  
He's just a poor flykting"barn", He needs much sympathy,  
Because he easy came, not so easy goes,  
Little high, little low,  
Anyway the wind blows does really matter to Löfven, to Löfveeen.  
  
Mama, I just killed a woman,  
Put a knife in her rygg,  
At the HVB-hem, cuz she was stygg.  
Mama, life in Sweden had just begun,  
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.  
  
Mama, ooh,  
Didn't mean to make you cry,  
But I'm back again this time tomorrow,  
Löfven, carries on as if nothing ever matters.  
  
Quite late, festival time has come,  
Sent shivers down my spine,  
Body's grabbed all the time.  
Hello, everybody, journalist from DN here,  
Gotta leave you all in darkness and avoid the truth.  
  
Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),  
I don't wanna die,  
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.  
  
(Tragiskt och sant)