Kowloon Walled City - Gambling on the Richter Scale | Текст песни

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• Kowloon Walled City
• Gambling on the Richter Scale

after years of fear this is finally the day.
when the hand hits the ground and it folds like clay.
get on the floor, you can feel it.
cover your head, but you'll still hear it
fall off the bricks, you never bolted it down like they said.
your money's still good here, you can burn it for heat.
put your best clothes down in the dirt for a place to sleep.
now luxury has new meaning.
you buried your head, you only needed comfort and class.
but 5 gallons won't last very long, like they said.
and we fold like clay.
with our homes beneath our knees, we pray.
but we fold like dried up clay.

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