[Intro] Spoken monologue and original song lyrics from the source, delivered with a cold, sharp male voice. [Verse 1] 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] Handcuffed, shot, and dumped inside a Lancashire quarry lake, The final fatal error that a partner couldn't make! [Chorus] 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! Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Verse 2] 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] 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! Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Bridge] Spoken, low and icy: October 1979. Puckersley Quarry, England. Marty Johnstone's body found with no hands and no teeth. The end of the Mr. Asia brotherhood. [Final Chorus] 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! Pulling all the triggers on the international ring! [Outro] Spoken, calm and deadpan: 1983. HM Prison Parkhurst. Heart attack at age thirty-eight. Game over.
