Click Song Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

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...