The Special Profession
Written by Mattias Ia Eklundh

About the song:

I was driving around on one of the most trafficated roads of Gothenburg and discovered a man sitting under a bridge, watching us all closely, breathing polluted oxygene. It almost looked like he was meditating. The next day he sat there again. I have a wild imagination and immediately made up a mellow story (much like the song "Lisa" from "Spanking Hour").

I travel incognito all around
Got a special profession, the world is my playground
So what do you for a living? I can hear you ask
Well, I just couldn´t tell you, it´s a secret task

So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say

Don´t wanna get too personal, it´s just not my style
Have to be on the edge and always be mobile
But I admit I have prediliction for skyscrapers
And in my rare leisure hours I collect newpapers

But, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say

You don´t have to worry, I´ll always be no one to you
Somebody stole my blanket and my papers too
I´ve got a steady pnemonia and an infected eye
Spend my days watching you driving by

So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say

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