Fury in The Slaughterhouse - Bangkok lyrics

Gotcha!<br><br>Hey sucker let me outa here!<br>Hey, man!<br><br>Bangkok on a sunny day<br>The rain has washed the blood away<br>Thousand of veins left in the streets<br>But I can't wash away the red points<br>On the sheets of the hotels<br>And the cheap rooms<br>Of the cheap whores<br>Under palm trees<br>Under palm trees<br><br>My brain is running in circles now<br>I gotta cure the pain somehow<br>There's a coloured cloud in front of sun<br>And a face is trying to cheat me<br>And to take away the fun<br><br>And the killer troups of the dea<br>Have just brought my friend away<br>In the stuff that dreams are made of<br><br>In the stuff that dreams are made of<br>Stuff that dreams are made of<br>Hey, hey, hey!<br><br>Stuff that dreams are made of<br>Stuff that dreams are made of<br>Hey, hey, hey!<br>Stuff<br>Stuff that dreams<br>Are made of...