The
Ballad of the
Bangkok
Novotel
1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7,
Nibbly -s ized
apples filled with z's
Even the water tastes like tea
On a diet I'll get the scone
Look at me, I'm fuckin' gone
A live watch five times a day
My dollar's fuckin' on her again
On the phone ten times a day
Hidin' under the table again
Breakfast,
my mouth tastes like piss
Masturbation, there's nothing left
In ner days, anorexic haste
Look outside and join the insane
But inside of me won't go
Egg and chips is all I want
So hungry I can't taste home
Wake up screaming on all fours
Knockin' knock knockin' on my door
My life is a disaster
Giant ice keeps
rollin' in floors
Someone help me, dear
God
Everybody has fixed smiles I
am losin' my fuckin' mind
I've had enough of bein' alone I'd give
anything to save my soul
I think that I have seen
the devil,
Satan smiles at me in the mirror
Revolution in the
Golden
Palace, four city boys
are losing their distance
So much porn and alcohol,
I'm so numb to my hormones
But my purity is winning
Five years later, I'm still shaking