Tropical Disease
BAND OF SKULLS · By Default 2016 · Track 05 of 12
Get out while you can, There's only one door I met you here the last time And you're back again for more I don't know what to say to you, You never take commands You're better than I thought you were, My fate is in your hand
Oh, from the belly of the beast From the famine to the feast And when you fall down to your knees She's a tropical disease
Oh... Disease... Oh...
Come-a knocking on my door, I don't like your kind I didn't like you last time, Some things are better left behind You are not welcome here But this is all you know You're better than I though you were, We haven't got a hope
Oh, from the belly of the beast From the famine to the feast And when you fall down to your knees She's a tropical disease
Oh, from the belly of the beast From the famine to the feast And when you fall down to your knees She's a tropical disease
Oh... Disease... Oh... Disease... Oh... Disease... Oh...
Oh, from the belly of the beast From the famine to the feast And when you fall down to your knees She's a tropical disease
Oh, from the belly of the beast From the famine to the feast And when you fall down to your knees She's a tropical... A tropical... A tropical... A tropical... A tropical disease