Artist: PremRock Album: Mark's Wild Years Song: Singapore Typed by: PremRock Tonight we sail for Singapore We're all as mad as hatters here I've fallen for a tawny moor She shatters all my atmosphere I'm Drunk with all the chinamen Amounts were never moderate With Rice Wine and Plum juice chasing down the vitamins Took off to the land of Nod To wander is our punishment Guided by our errant thoughts Product of the wonderment The Sewers under Paris stalk God's behind the thundering I dance along a colored wind Living on the run again Dangled from a rope of sand Humming on my drum of sin Rhythms of a broken man Hold it down, understand You must say goodbye to me Cry me a river And Pry me from this society Bid farewell to piety Burning all the liars w. fire Til it tires me The irony ain't lost on the one's who pay the cost Through the alley Back from hell When you steeple bell You must admit it's time to go and assume it's just as well It goes wipe it down with gasoline Till his sides are hard and mean You can have the art of war He's mastering the art of speak Beat..Heart Beat Pardon me Talk's Cheap Speak only what you afford Off in Singapore It goes Sing a song of sixpence Sittin on a brick fence Six pack for the mission Inhibition to the wind friends Haggle with the merchants The price you pay is your life In the abyss of the uncertain Close the curtain on the Russian Roulette And forget your purpose Don't worry the madness Will carry all o your burdens And you can dance forever more Live and die in Singapore Live and die in Singapore Gone with the wind Godspeed my friend Awoke with a hand gun vigil Still as a whisper Knowing that God don't love you Left in a huff, rush strut of a struggle Douse the flame but still gone in a flicker Broken seams of that same damn fixture Hopes and dreams and now it burns a little quicker Arsenic w.in the veins explains A firestarter by trade I was born in a blister Walked in the village to find the blind merchant Talked to the vision aligned to find serpents Caught in a pitfall, disengage Whiskey sips, grip today Tailor made slipknot, fit just right Watch me, watch me Fade away Another apparition born of bad religion Dismiss tomorrow as a product of today