Text: Randy. Punk Rock City.

I live way up in the north of Sweden
Don't need to tell you the name of the town
I can find the most things that I need there
Enough happens to make time go by

There is only one thing that I miss there
There is not enough punk rock shows
No place where the kids can get together
No concerts where the adrenaline flows

Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down, down, down to punk rock town

Buy me a ticket to an airplane
Book me a room on a cheap hotel
I'm ready to go down the fast lane
I'm ready to raise some hell

When I sleep I use to dream that I go there
In my dreams it is a beautiful town
A mix between London and New York City
In 77 when the best bands where around

Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down to punk rock city
Down, down, down, down, down to punk rock town

Take me down to the punk rock city
Ma, ma, ma take me down
Take me down to the punk rock town
Ma, ma, ma take me down to the town

Take me down to the punk rock city
Oh, downtown
Take me down to the punk rock town
Downtown, baby, downtown

Take me down to the punk rock city
Down, down, down
Take me down to the punk rock town
Take me down, down, down

Take me down to the punk rock city
Take me down, down, down
Down is up and maybe I piss down