
Date of issue: 04.11.1988
Song language: English
Bangkok |
«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… |