The Concretes - Foreign Country Lyrics
He was reaching for my treasureAs I held it highStanding on a stool twelwe feet highHad it made in foreign countryWay out eastOne on one we all must meetBend them 'till they bleedThat's all I need, thats all I needTravelling on domestic trainWont lead me astrayThat was just an offer I had to, had to take,I had to take.Thats all, thats all I know.