Click Song
Fury in the Slaughterhouse
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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...
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Written by: CHRISTOF STEIN-SCHNEIDER, GERO DRNEK, JOHANNES HEINI SCHAEFER, KAI-UWE WINGENFELDER, RAINER SCHUMANN, THORSTEN WINGENFELDER
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