Foreign Country
He was reaching for my treasure
As I held it high
Standing on a stool twelve feet high
Had it made in foreign country
Way out east
One on one we all must meet
Bend them 'till they bleed
That's all I need, that's all I need
Traveling on domestic train
Wont lead me astray
That was just an offer I had to, had to take,
I had to take.
That's all, that's all I know.
Writer/s: The Concretes / Victoria Bergsman
