Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Click Song
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He sits in a room down the dead end streetDirty old t-shirt sweating in the heatHes got no girl and no money for a drinkNo deeper way to sinkNo deeper wayHe was looking for a job, jobs are hard to findEveryday the same things torture his mindBuilt himself a worldTo leave those troubles behindIm sorry that world aint mineIm sorry that world aint mineOnce we were friends but that is long agoIn 1987 I decided to goI left him in his room down the dead end streetNow Ive heard hes killed his neighbours dogJust to have a piece of meatAnd that is what I callAnd that is what I callNo chance to retreat...