Turkish Acid Bath (Shelter from the Storm) - Kasabian

Dope me up on women and credit cards

Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars

The tables set for the bourgeoisie

Better get in line with your dinner tray

Cause when it’s all ran out and it’s just you left

With the nut job swigging his crystal meth

And there’s a constant ring of machinery

Is there a place for me in history?

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day

To shelter from the storm

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, wishing for new year’s day

To shelter from the storm

Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding

It’s the 21st century ain’t it cool?

It’s taught us how to eat and how to drool

And the wind up merchants are out in force

Telling you my brother to change your course

And you won’t be the first to think it’s wrong

When all you really want is to bang a gong

Cause it’s all sawn up in our misery

Is there a place for me in the history?

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day

To shelter from the storm

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day

To shelter from the storm

We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm

We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm

We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm

We gotta break down the doors and shelter from the storm

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, now it’s another day

To shelter from the storm

Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play

Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day

To shelter from the storm