Komponist Anders Hvass, Jonas Wetterslev, Mathias Bertelsen
Songtext
The sun is rising up in the east
You never call me
Don't you believe?
What's so fucking strange about my idea
What's so fucking strange about my idea
You got a rifle
I've got a gun
Gonna need an army
Little one
What's so fucking strange about my idea
What's so fucking strange about my idea
The sun is rising up in the east
Don't you wrong me!
Don't you leave!
What's so fucking strange about my idea
What's so fucking strange about my idea
I got a rifle
You've got a gun
Don't be afraid
Little one
What's so fucking strange about my idea
What's so fucking strange about my idea