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 handOh, from the belly of the beast
From the famine to the feast
And when you fall down to your knees
She's a tropical diseaseOh Disease OhCome-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 hopeOh, from the belly of the beast
From the famine to the feast
And when you fall down to your knees
She's a tropical diseaseOh, from the belly of the beast
From the famine to the feast
And when you fall down to your knees
She's a tropical diseaseOh Disease Oh Disease O Disease OhOh, from the belly of the beast
From the famine to the feast
And when you fall down to your knees
She's a tropical diseaseOh, 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
Songwriters
EMMA RICHARDSON, MATT HAYWARD, RUSSELL MARSDENPublished by
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