Lletres: Libertines, The. Bangkok.

Your love it was only a whisper away

You scratch my hand and say

there?s a better land

Well I know your daddy he?s not rich

And your mothers a drunk

But your the one that I worship and adore



But always whoring and laying it down

you know it smells like Bangkok in Chinatown

Did you get your pound of flesh today?



Well I?ve got a lotta learn

To learn about your past

Its a mean unpleasant land



Sometimes you coming deep inside

Sometimes it doesn?t touch the sides

Like a sausage up an alleyway



How innocent is the day when you smile and lay on your side

I know how so

It?s another gram

It?s another man