Bangkok Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

"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 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 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...