Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Click Song

he sits in a room down the dead end street
dirty old T-shirt sweating in the heat
he´s got no girl and no money for a drink
no deeper way to sink

he was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find
everyday the same things torture his mind
built himself a owrld
to leave those troubles behind
I´m sorry that world isn´t mine

once we were friends but that is long ago
in1987 I decided to go
I left him in his room down dead end street
now I´ve heard he´s killed his neighbours dog
just to have a piece of meat

and that is what I call
no chance to retreat