fury in the slaughterhouse – bangkok lyrics
“gotcha!”
“hey sucker let me outa here!”
“hey, man!”
bangkok on a sunny day
the rain has washed the blood away
thousand of veins left in the streets
but i can’t wash away the red points
on the sheets of the hotels
and the cheap rooms
of the cheap wh-r-s
under palm trees
under palm trees
my brain is running in circles now
i gotta cure the pain somehow
there’s a coloured cloud in front of sun
and a face is trying to cheat me
and to take away the fun
and the killer troups of the dea
have just brought my friend away
in the stuff that dreams are made of
in the stuff that dreams are made of
stuff that dreams are made of
hey, hey, hey!
stuff that dreams are made of
stuff that dreams are made of
hey, hey, hey!
stuff
stuff that dreams
are made of…
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