Letra de Week End In Bombay
The moment I stepped into the airport Felt the heat everytime The city's a world on its own, they say Love it or leave it But dissipate our beatingHeartbreak all the way to the horizon Poverty is cussing to in his eyes There's a pattern in this chaos, I can see Do you know why the shadows always leave?So the more I see, the more I understand This ain't no culture shock individual development A death room, a death field, to my contempt And I'll still meet you I'm a travelled manA nature kills and it is loved Like the sound of the horns of the taxis in Bombay Get over here A mutual errand noise polution Life is just like that They just don't get itThe more I see... This ain't no culture...