Chase The Dragon Songtext / Lyric

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 nyour dreams

It's not as easy as it seems

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