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