Sewers of Bangkok

That’s what they call me

From the jungle towns

To the slums of the city

I’ve seen the Devil

The charming stranger

And I’ve seen the Devil

The old bone [bad word] 
I’m The Sewers of Bangkok

And everything rolls off my back

I’ll have coffee and sweetcakes

For everyone stuck on the losing track

The kids picking garbage

The old folks who live by the trains

I’ll wash all their feet with my tears

And their hearts with the summer rain

There’s an order in the world

But it’s hidden from our view

It’s in traffic jams and zip codes

In the early morning blue

In the third world hostess

Who’s turning 33

The tenant farmer

The plane that crashed at sea

I’m the Sewers of Bangkok…