Tropical Disease - Band Of Skulls

Get out while you can

There’s only one door

I met you here the last time

And you’re back again for more

I don’t know what to say to you

You never take commands

You’re better than I thought you were

My fate is in your hand

Oh, from the belly of the beast

From the famine to the feast

And when you fall down to your knees

She’s a tropical disease

Oh Disease Oh

Come-a knocking on my door

I don’t like your kind

I didn’t like you last time

Some things are better left behind

You are not welcome here

But this is all you know

You’re better than I though you were

We haven’t got a hope

Oh, from the belly of the beast

From the famine to the feast

And when you fall down to your knees

She’s a tropical disease

Oh, from the belly of the beast

From the famine to the feast

And when you fall down to your knees

She’s a tropical disease

Oh Disease Oh Disease O Disease Oh

Oh, from the belly of the beast

From the famine to the feast

And when you fall down to your knees

She’s a tropical disease

Oh, from the belly of the beast

From the famine to the feast

And when you fall down to your knees

She’s a tropical

A tropical

A tropical

A tropical

A tropical disease