POSTCARDS FROM BANGKOK HUB OF THE EASTERN WORLD WHERE ALL THE TOURISTS COME TO PARTY WITH THE PRETTY GIRLS THEY DANCE LIKE SLEEPWALKERS UNDER THE DISCO LIGHTS UP ON THE AUCTION BLOCK HATING ALL THE HUNGRY EYES
AND I'VE SEEN THE WOODEN SHACKS ROW AFTER ENDLESS ROW WHERE OPEN SEWAGE FLOWS IN THE SHADOW OF THE FACTORY I'VE SEEN THE CHILDREN'S FACES HOPE BURNING IN THEIR EYES TOO YOUNG TO REALIZE THEY FACE A LIFE OF MISERY
Chorus CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH TO PAY FOR ALL THIS SUFFERING THE MURDER OF THE INNOCENT CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH TO BALANCE OUT THESE SCALES CAN HELL BURN HOT ENOUGH
I'VE SEEN THE CORPORATIONS BUILT UPON HUMAN BLOOD THE NAMELESS, FACELESS WORKERS CRUSHED LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE MUD EXPAND YOUR OPERATION THE LABOR COMES DIRT CHEAP NO ONE COMPLAINS WHEN THERE'S A MILLION JOBLESS ON THE STREET
AND I'VE SEEN THE SICK AND BROKEN TOO WEAK FOR STANDING UP HOLD UP THEIR BEGGAR'S CUP JUST HOPING FOR ENOUGH TO EAT WHEN JUST AROUND THE CORNER AT THE SHANGRI-LA HOTEL THE WEALTHY TAKE THEIR LUNCH AT POOLSIDE TO ESCAPE THE HEAT
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O GOD OF JUSTICE MY GOD OF EQUITY I KNOW YOUR HEART BREAKS FOR THE SINS OF THIS WICKED WORLD I KNOW THAT JUDGEMENT WILL BE SWIFT AND IRREVERSIBLE TILL THEN YOUR TEARS RAIN ON THE EVIL AND THE GOOD
I KNOW THAT GOD IS HOLY I KNOW THAT STATE I'M IN I KNOW THAT SIN IS SIN AND IT'S NOT MEASURED BY DEGREE HERE IN THE LAND OF DARKNESS WE ALL ARE GUILTY MEN I KNOW I'D STAND CONDEMNED WITHOUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS