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Tekster: The Black League. Bunker King.

You know the feeling when you're locked in a dark and lonely place,
barely alive from another Night of the Iguanas
And instead of trying to find a door...
All you can do... is bang your skull 'gainst the wall!
(Yeah, I know that you know. And you know that I do too.)
Betrayed my country, my family,
Betrayed my friends, betrayed my love - They cursed me.
I could have died... so long ago,
But this fucken world won't let me go,
Ol' Harry cares for his own!
I cannot see... I cannot breathe... I cannot be...
When I feel... Like a fish out of the water...
Like a beast, like a beast without its claw...

In/Out - I am the Bunker King
In/Out - And I can't do anything alright

In/Out - coming in, coming out, coming in
In/Out - And the walls keep coming in...
In/Out - Me, the Bunker King
In/Out - And I can't and I can't do one fucken thing right!
In/Out - coming in, coming out, coming in!

(Ya kno' what I mean...),
Like a beast, like a beast without its claw...