. --- [Intro - Wah-Wah Guitar Riff, Heavy Slap Bass, Ticking Hi-Hats, Spoken Monologue] *(Spoken - thick UK accent, sharp & cold)* "Terry Clark... Kiwi Terry. They called his syndicate 'Mr. Asia'. Pure Southeast Asian heroin, couriers in designer suits. If you stepped out of line... Terry didn't talk. He eliminated." [Verse 1 - Psychedelic Funk-Rock Groove, Driving Drums, Screeching Wah-Wah Guitar] Sailing out of Auckland with a pocket full of dreams, Building up a cartel through the dark, illegal schemes. Laying down the pipeline straight from the Golden Triangle, Every single associate trapped inside the strangle. Singapore to Sydney, money moving through the air, Terry sitting in the suite, cold-hearted, didn't care. High-grade China White packed inside the false trunks, Turning high society into desperate junkies and punks. Marty Johnstone was his partner, 'Mr. Asia' was the name, Handling the distribution in the global heroin game. But Marty got too greedy, loose lips on the phone, Terry set the trap, executed him alone. [Pre-Chorus - Swelling Brass & Discordant Guitar Stabs] *(Scratch: "Terry Clark... Mr. Asia... no witnesses!")* Handcuffed, shot, and dumped inside a Lancashire quarry lake, The final fatal error that a partner couldn't make! [Chorus - Heavy Dark Funk-Rock Beat, Hammond Organ, Raw Horn Section] **MR. ASIA LEAVES A TRAIL OF COLD DEAD MEN!** Running the heroin empire from his London den! From the beaches of Penang to the Sydney street, Crushing every courier beneath his feet! Yeah, **TERRY CLARK, THE PSYCHOPATHIC KING!** *(Scratch: "China White... Golden Triangle... dead on arrival...")* Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Verse 2 - Fast Paranoiac Flow, Driving Bassline, Aggressive Brass Stabs] Allison Dine by his side running all the flight paths, Smart young couriers avoiding border wrath. Planes flying in with the double-bottom bags, While Terry counted millions and wiped away the tags. Paranoia rising, killing everyone he knew, Turning on his hitmen and his own inner crew. Twisted by the product, living on the edge of night, Every shadow in the alley looking like a law fight. [Chorus - Heavy Dark Funk-Rock Beat, Hammond Organ, Raw Horn Section] **MR. ASIA LEAVES A TRAIL OF COLD DEAD MEN!** Running the heroin empire from his London den! From the beaches of Penang to the Sydney street, Crushing every courier beneath his feet! Yeah, **TERRY CLARK, THE PSYCHOPATHIC KING!** *(Scratch: "China White... Golden Triangle... dead on arrival...")* Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Bridge - Stripped Back Slap Bass, Heavy Footsteps, Water Splash FX] *(Spoken - low, icy)* "October 1979. Puckersley Quarry, England. Marty Johnstone's body found with no hands and no teeth. The end of the Mr. Asia brotherhood." [Chorus - Heavy Dark Funk-Rock Beat, Hammond Organ, Raw Horn Section] **MR. ASIA LEAVES A TRAIL OF COLD DEAD MEN!** Running the heroin empire from his London den! From the beaches of Penang to the Sydney street, Crushing every courier beneath his feet! Yeah, **TERRY CLARK, THE PSYCHOPATHIC KING!** *(Scratch: "China White... Golden Triangle... dead on arrival...")* Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Outro - Screeching Wah-Wah Solo, Heavy Cell Door Slam FX, Tape-Stop Finish] *(Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan)* "1983. HM Prison Parkhurst. Heart attack at age thirty-eight. Game over." *(Subtle vinyl scratch, heavy iron lock turn, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)*
