Tism - The 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