Cambodian Town

The rain beats down like a snare drum
Thunderclouds play above a lazy restaurant
The rain snares and the basedrum sounds
Thunderclouds move upon a Cambodian town.

I'm burning cigarettes 50 cent packs
Lighting strikes as mosquitos bite my back
Drinking Angkor beer one dollar cans
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Now we're on the dancefloor

Hands in the air