Xls Fury
Bangkok

gotcha!"

"hey sucker let me outa here!"
"hey, man!"

bangkok on a sunny day
the rain has washed the blood away
thousands of wings left in the streets
but the cad washed away the red points
on the sheets
of the hotels
on the cheap room

well, I`m a cheap horse
under palmtrees

my brain is running circles now
I gotta kill the pain somehow
there`s a colored cloud in front of this sun
well, then the face that`s trying to cheat me
when they take away the fire

under killertroups
I`m a D.A.
RAF just brought my friend away
in the stuff that dreams are made of

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!
the stuff
stuff that dreams
are made of...