Click Song — текст песни (Fury In The Slaughterhouse)

He sits in a room down the dead end street

Dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat

Hes 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

Im sorry that world aint mine

Im sorry that world aint 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 Ive heard hes 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...