POSTCARDS FROM BANGKOK

HUB OF THE EASTERN WORLD

WHERE ALL THE TOURISTS COME

TO PARTY WITH THE PRETTY GIRLS

THEY DANCE LIKE SLEEPWALKERS

UNDER THE DISCO LIGHTS

UP ON THE AUCTION BLOCK

HATING ALL THE HUNGRY EYES



AND I'VE SEEN THE WOODEN SHACKS

ROW AFTER ENDLESS ROW

WHERE OPEN SEWAGE FLOWS

IN THE SHADOW OF THE FACTORY

I'VE SEEN THE CHILDREN'S FACES

HOPE BURNING IN THEIR EYES

TOO YOUNG TO REALIZE

THEY FACE A LIFE OF MISERY



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CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH

TO PAY FOR ALL THIS SUFFERING

THE MURDER OF THE INNOCENT

CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH

TO BALANCE OUT THESE SCALES

CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH



I'VE SEEN THE CORPORATIONS

BUILT UPON HUMAN BLOOD

THE NAMELESS, FACELESS WORKERS

CRUSHED LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE MUD

EXPAND YOUR OPERATION

THE LABOR COMES DIRT CHEAP

NO ONE COMPLAINS WHEN THERE'S

A MILLION JOBLESS ON THE STREET



AND I'VE SEEN THE SICK AND BROKEN

TOO WEAK FOR STANDING UP

HOLD UP THEIR BEGGAR'S CUP

JUST HOPING FOR ENOUGH TO EAT

WHEN JUST AROUND THE CORNER

AT THE SHANGRI-LA HOTEL

THE WEALTHY TAKE THEIR LUNCH

AT POOLSIDE TO ESCAPE THE HEAT



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O GOD OF JUSTICE

MY GOD OF EQUITY

I KNOW YOUR HEART BREAKS

FOR THE SINS OF THIS WICKED WORLD

I KNOW THAT JUDGEMENT WILL BE SWIFT AND IRREVERSIBLE

TILL THEN YOUR TEARS RAIN

ON THE EVIL AND THE GOOD



I KNOW THAT GOD IS HOLY

I KNOW THAT STATE I'M IN

I KNOW THAT SIN IS SIN

AND IT'S NOT MEASURED BY DEGREE

HERE IN THE LAND OF DARKNESS

WE ALL ARE GUILTY MEN

I KNOW I'D STAND CONDEMNED

WITHOUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS





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