Текст песни Foreign Devils On The Silk Road

Fool, you left the camels bleeding... bleeding, waiting
For me in the scorching hot sun.
Warm.
You're swelling like a thumb... dying.
Fool, my legs are torn and scratched and needing...
Needing needing the help of your soft sticky hands.Chokebore - Foreign Devils On The Silk Road - http://ru.motolyrics.com/chokebore/foreign-devils-on-the-silk-road-lyrics.html
Warm.
They watch us with their syrup slow eyes.
Warm.
Just pretend you don't see their bleeding brown warm
Legs.