This is probably the song that Anders Borg gloats about in his chamber about the welfare society. The EU, and especially the euro countries, is in its most serious crisis since the Second World War. It is shaking under our continent. At the same time, politicians keep a low profile and speak in vaguely democratic terms. They pretend it's raining.
The Swedish people are now fed with side problems. School is important, but our future is even more crucial. With M, we have the privatization of school and care, a gap-creating economy, mess, mess, mess and scrap of welfare, which destroys society's capital and future possibilities.
Our society and in Europe suffers from strong reactionary goals and forces. The starting point of the traditional political scale of values in human moral bonds and living conditions is eaten up by a monetary ideology and ethics.
In the world of the neoliberalists in Europe including Sweden, they want to achieve a system shift where the market mechanisms rule over people and that the economy should dictate the rules of society rather than the other way around. Sweden lives in the shadow of this construction of a new central power in Europe. They are using the endless economic crisis as an excuse to push through the recast.
Lyrics
This house has been ours for many Lord's years
this shack has been ours and it has probably left its mark
This shack it has hung in and it has stood through thick and thin
but now it's over because now the thirty-five will go away.
Yes, now the old times are over
yes, now it will be ready shortly
Now the whole row is to be demolished
now the whole thing has to go away
So I say goodbye and big tears roll down my cheek
Now it is the end of old times, now the thirty-four have entered heaven
This shack was pretty weird and let sunshine in for us
it was also generous with moisture and cold, rain and wind
It was kind and a bit whiny, but everyone liked it
and it was spring in all weathers, though the yeast was ugly and crooked
But now it's over…………
Here in the shack, we've been wreaking havoc since we were all little
here in the hut, the mother scratched the deputy host yellow and blue
Yes, our house has had to stand on a stool for blows so hard that it dawned
like when father walked through the wall so that shavings and planks flew
But now it's over…………