Self pity beat ambition in arm wrestling
When reality pulled the carpet from under dreams' feet
And the first accidental shot lead to the last one
To be born in Finland is like winning the lottery, or so they say
But for some reason I wasn't able to find any jackpots on this round
Tradition and national character - always those same excuses
The spirit of the bottle is conjured up for advice when the problems arise
What doesn't kill hurts - but that must not be admitted
You have pretend that you're strong, and carry every tear with you to your grave
Time for an extra news flash: life is what you make of it
Even if the best cards
Were hoarded by the dealer