A fishing town

A fishing town up in the north
Where there´s nothing going on
Smoking joints to kill some time
And watching girls just passing by

And i know
Nothing going on
And i know
A fishing town up in the north

Old same faces in the bars
Remind you of where you are
What you see is what you get
It´s not enought but could be less

And i know...

No more tuna for this year
Once more winter time is here
No more tourits on the beach
Fucking fags fucking pigs

And i know...

A fishing town up in the north
Where there´s nothing going on
Where everybody is just a name
And no one has nothing to say

And i know...