Was It Me

Was it me that got rich and kept spending my time That were holding my head high as we passed the line Was it me that got proud when the man dressed in black Opened up the red rope and said welcome to us Did I really discover the meaning of life To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon Was it me that got lost and were longing home Was it me that had dug that big hole in the ground Did I have myself to blame as I was falling down Am I the kind that would need a hand from someone Or would I be strong enough, strong enough to climb Was It me that every night said the confession of sin Was it me that were afraid that God just wouldn’t let me in Was It me that were unable to believe and to accept That someone would ever leave me; that somebody could forget Was It me that thought that Stockholm city were frightening Was it me that longed for getting struck by the lightning Was It me that said that the good old days were over Was it me that didn’t want to get any older Did I really discover the meaning of life To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon Was it me that got lost and were longing home Was It me that never were no good at taking the pressure Was it me that always needed to become better Was it me that never ever had any money Was it me that tried a bit too hard to be funny Did I really discover the meaning of life To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon Was it me that got lost and were longing home Was it really me?