Chase The Dragon Lyrics - Singles - Machine Gun Fellatio

I brought back a souvenir 

All the way from Kampuchea 

A plastic bag up my ass 

And soon the goods will all come to pass 

I sell the seeds of misery 

I've got a deal and a place to be 

Make that call 

Get on the phone 

Come on 

Chase the dragon 

Got the kind of hunger 

That make you sick 

U got an ugly itch 

That sweat on your neck 

You need it now 

You need a blast 

Make that call 

Come on do it fast 

I sell the seeds of misery 

I've got a deal and a place to be 

Make that call 

Get on the phone 

Come on 

Will you make it in the end? 

Through all the twists and bends? 

Will you fulfil your dreams? 

It's not as easy as it seems 

Will you make it in the end? 

...will you make it in the end? 

I brought back a souvenir 

All the way from beside the weir 

A plastic bag up my ass 

And soon the goods will all come to pass 

I sell the seeds of misery 

I've got a deal and a place to be 

Make that call 

Get on the phone 

Come on 

Chase the dragon 

I said come on 

Come on get on the phone 

Chase the dragon 

Chase the dragon 

Chase the dragon