Paroles: The Concretes. 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 'til they bleed

That's all I need
That's all, that's all I need

Traveling on domestic train won't 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