Bamboo Floor John Cale

Wednesday is the day of rest
In the house with the bamboo floor
I'm picking off the barroom flies
Just in case I need another glass

It's so hot and the mirror's gettin' dull
I couldn't see it, I couldn't see it if I tried
The man in the mask has sold out all for nothin' at all
Now the monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day

Watch out for the ego's eye
Or the opium on the breakfast tray
And the laughter of the dying monk
From the poison of the tsetse fly

All the mountains, they have no sides
And the robbers, they have a thousand lies
You can see it all in the rivers of Shanghai
Another monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day

Watch out for the ego's eye
And the opium on the breakfast tray
Or the laughter of the dying monk
From the poison of the tsetse fly

All the mountains, they have no sides
And the robbers, they have a thousand lies
You can see it all in the rivers of Shanghai
Another monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day