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Band of Skulls

Tropical Disease

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... Oh... 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