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fury in the slaughterhouse - click song lyrics

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he sits in a room down the dead end street
dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat
he’s got no girl and no money for a drink
no deeper way to sink
no deeper way

he was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find
everyday the same things torture his mind
built himself a world
to leave those troubles behind
i’m sorry that world ain’t mine
i’m sorry that world ain’t mine

once we were friends but that is long ago
in 1987 i decided to go
i left him in his room down the dead end street
now i’ve heard he’s killed his neighbours dog
just to have a piece of meat

and that is what i call
and that is what i call
no chance to retreat…

- fury in the slaughterhouse lyrics

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