Bangkok Songtext

von Fury In The Slaughterhouse

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
And of the cheap whores
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 the sun
Well and a face starts 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...