Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Click Song lyrics

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 k**ed 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...