Tism - Apology Of The Thai Drug Runner lyrics

Drugs are f**ing fun, pal: Factor that f**ing in To your Drug O-f**ing-fensive Type health f**ing warnin'. There ain't a lot that's fun, pal: Old age, and school, and dreams Of a life that will never be; Sexless nights; wasted schemes; Your horizon still receding, Speeding hope that's fruitless; A sudden cliff; and skidding; Then descent to twisted rest. The Sacred Temple of the Emerald Buddha - Serene and total peace. I could'a stayed at home, pal, And lived a joyless life - But where the f**'s the fun in that? Superannuation, wife - The whole f**ing package?! For me, it never suited. A softco*k life and limp d**h? Go get f**ing rooted! There might be fun in poetry, And art, and bein' literate; It never hit the spot for me, Nor you, though you won't admit to it. The Sacred Temple of the Emerald Buddha - Hear the distant gong beat. You say you got a Ph D? Well, good for you, my son. How smart you f**ing need to be To work out that d** are fun? Have a f**ing bash, pal - Take this suspect load And give to a mate of mine, Lives on the Pat Pong Road. You ever felt the warming waves In the Gulf of old Siam? Ever wanted to ever be A different f**ing man? The Sacred Temple of the Emerald Buddha - Foil parcels in my teeth. You need to hear the Mekong flood - It's an awesome f**ing sound. Take this package - quickly pal, They've come to chain me down. They bolt me to a concrete floor - Don't get all moral, son: There's sixty of us goes in here, We all think d** are fun. 50 years in a Thailand hell - 20 grams of smack up my arse. Why? Cos d** are f**in' fun: Why the f** you need to ask? The Sacred Temple of the Emerald Buddha - Did a deal at the fat guy's feet.