Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Bangkok
Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Bangkok слова песни
"gotcha!""hey sucker let me outa here!""hey, man!"Bangkok on a sunny dayThe rain has washed the blood awayThousand of veins left in the streetsBut I cant wash away the red pointsOn the sheets of the hotelsAnd the cheap roomsOf the cheap whoresUnder palm treesUnder palm treesMy brain is running in circles nowI gotta cure the pain somehowTheres a coloured cloud in front of sunAnd a face is trying to cheat meAnd to take away the funAnd the killer troups of the deaHave just brought my friend awayIn the stuff that dreams are made ofIn the stuff that dreams are made ofStuff that dreams are made ofHey, hey, hey!Stuff that dreams are made ofStuff that dreams are made ofHey, hey, hey!StuffStuff that dreamsAre made of...