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Palm trees in the burning sun
An American passport, portorican rum
And your just running from a war noone ever won
Your shoes are worn and your money, is gone
And you, dont even know what's going on
It's hard to say how long you've been gone
And your, skin is peeling in the sun
And you're never going back

closing time is closing in
last call the bar is 'gesloten'
don't have to go home but you can't stay here
stumble thru the doors into the streets again
might be an answer here but i don't know
gave up my sanity to save my soul
sms from the afterlife there on my phone
says relax while you're here and don't sweat the tomorrows

Drug Squad (4x)

I aint got nothing to declare (4x)

Lugage in my hand
I greet the customsman
No sir, I aint got nothing to declare
He makes me stop

Good morning, I know it's early
But I had to call just to the tell you to ignore
that message that I left on your machine last night
What I meant to say was that

I don't wanna fight with anyone else but you
Stay out all night with anyone else but you, girl

Sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change
Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston
Fly me 33,000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody mary's in an aisle seat with the rest of the late night zombies singing

Hello hangover, how you doing my old friend?
Maybe we'll sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you

Late night in the tenderloin
Didn't get home until 3 in the morning
Kind of mellow and my mind's just wandering
Outside the rain is falling
But I feel alright
I think I'll make it through another night
My body's been stolen but my mind is my own
You got to work so hard to keep it all in control

its going down again
from the rage in my mind to the sound system
from the streets to the concrete war
where i spent a little time down there but what for
cos i got beat down again
the same old shit keeps happening
another hero on stage
a loser at the bar

Crank up your headphones listen to the top shot
Rip out my headstone throw it through a cop shop
Take my skeleton rob bank smoke rocks
Blud I'm dead though you can't keep me locked up
Immortalized I ain't gonna be forgot
Put my record down when your eyes bloodshot
This ain't a grave it's a rave a hot shot
So rock a boombox on my plot

Here we come again another musical confessional
Mix it up at home but we gone international
Straight from the pen to the mic to the stereo
Over the broadband and into your living room
Drop the needle and lock it down
Stolen beats from the underground

So from Amsterdam city to Boston town

Sweet Eurotrash you look wonderful tonight
With your smudged eyeliner underneath the bathroom lights
This night could go on forever or just end up in a fight
You know that we’re the ones that never get it right
Well I woke up this morning to a pounding at the door
You know hell • has no fury like a hotel maid scorned
You can try to put it off but you’ve been here before
And there’s half a beer left • It’s looking comfortably warm

It was August and I had a ton of problems
A well dressed bum with empty pockets
And to be honest I don't know how I got there
One thing just led to the next
They say everything that you do in this life there's a heaven or hell
That you make for yourself and man I've learned that again and again
Thought my ship had sailed I drank myself senseless

Verse:

The morning sun
Crawls in my room and wakes me up.
My head is pounding
I need a drink.

And last night's memories