Click Song Lyrics - Fury in the Slaughterhouse



Review The Song (0)


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...






Writer: WINGENFELDER, KAI-UWE / WINGENFELDER, THORSTEN / DRNEK, GERO / SCHAEFER, JOHANNES HEINI / SCHUMANN, RAINER / STEIN-SCHNEIDER, CHRISTOF
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group



Please Click here to submit the Corrections of Click Song Lyrics
Please Click Here to Print Click Song Lyrics

The following area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of Click Song Lyrics.
Your Name:
(Important: Your name will be published if you input it)

Review for Click Song Lyrics
------ Performed by Fury in the Slaughterhouse

Please enter a title for your review:

------ 04/17/2014

Type your review in the space below: