Balladen Om Det Stora Slagsmålet På Tegelbacken

In January of nineteen hundred and three
A gang of troublemakers from Kungsholmen you could see
With their swagger in their pockets and their caps askew
They were pissed off 'cause they never got to join in too

It was the guys from Eken, they were colorful lads
They were the ones who were in a hell of a bad mood, so mad
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead

And that same night, they gathered up on Brunkeberg
A hefty crew that guzzled Clara's beer and cider, absurd
There was never any maybe when they started to brawl
They were angry 'cause everything just felt so wrong after all

It was the guys from Eken, they were colorful lads
They were the ones who were in a hell of a bad mood, so mad
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead

The ruckus roared from the troublemakers coming from Old Town
With eighty-eight South Side boys, they were all around
And from Östermalm they marched with swagger and flair
Even though they were pissed 'cause they always had to bear

It was the guys from Eken, they were colorful lads
They were the ones who were in a hell of a bad mood, so mad
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead

And Tegelbacken quickly emptied of scum, thugs, and trash
When the troublemakers came marching from every corner in a flash
There it lay silent and still in the moon's pale light
As the song rose up among the shacks and the sights

It was the guys from Eken, they were colorful lads
They were the ones who were in a hell of a bad mood, so mad
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead

They stood at Tegelbacken, face to face, man to man
In the moon's dim light, but no one dared to take a stand
For four long hours, they shouted and cursed from each alleyway
And then they turned on their heels and just walked away

It was the guys from Eken, they were colorful lads
They were the ones who were in a hell of a bad mood, so mad
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead

But even today, with dread, they talk in Stockholm town
About how the troublemakers at Tegelbacken fought three days straight, renowned
And with brass knuckles and clubs, with blood running hot and red
They headed to Tegelbacken to settle the score instead