I brought back a souvenir All the way from Kampuchea A plastic bag up my ass And soon the goods will all come to pass I sell the seeds of misery I've got a deal and a place to be Make that call Get on the phone Come on Chase the dragon Got the kind of hunger That make you sick U got an ugly itch That sweat on your neck You need it now You need a blast Make that call Come on do it fast I sell the seeds of misery I've got a deal and a place to be Make that call Get on the phone Come on Will you make it in the end? Through all the twists and bends? Will you fulfil your dreams? It's not as easy as it seems Will you make it in the end? ...will you make it in the end? I brought back a souvenir All the way from beside the weir A plastic bag up my ass And soon the goods will all come to pass I sell the seeds of misery I've got a deal and a place to be Make that call Get on the phone Come on Chase the dragon I said come on Come on get on the phone Chase the dragon Chase the dragon Chase the dragonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
