Turn it up, gimme volume or blood
Make that bass sound pound through the walls
This is what we do where there's nothing to do
In the country of rain and snow
Crank it up gimme volume and blood, c'mon baby shake that a**
Hit it all again 'cause we never grow old
This is what we do up in the cold
This is what we do where we come from
How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high
Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry
Pay a visit to where silence is gold
Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to
Sail north-Scandinavian bound
Sail north-to where only weekends count
Rev it up hun, give it some gas and push the pedal right down through the floor
This is what we do when the weekend get slow, this is how we roll
Rev it up, give it gas-gotta make that engine roar
Hit it again 'cause it never gets old
This is how we roll up in the north
This is what we do it where we come from
How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high
Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry
Pay a visit to where silence is gold
Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to
Sail north-Scandinavian bound
Sail north-to where only weekends count
Make that bass sound pound through the walls
This is what we do where there's nothing to do
In the country of rain and snow
Crank it up gimme volume and blood, c'mon baby shake that a**
Hit it all again 'cause we never grow old
This is what we do up in the cold
This is what we do where we come from
How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high
Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry
Pay a visit to where silence is gold
Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to
Sail north-Scandinavian bound
Sail north-to where only weekends count
Rev it up hun, give it some gas and push the pedal right down through the floor
This is what we do when the weekend get slow, this is how we roll
Rev it up, give it gas-gotta make that engine roar
Hit it again 'cause it never gets old
This is how we roll up in the north
This is what we do it where we come from
How we do it where we call home
Take a ride on the hellway to high
Where the moon shines bright and tears don't dry
Pay a visit to where silence is gold
Here no one ever speaks unless spoken to
Sail north-Scandinavian bound
Sail north-to where only weekends count