Four Barang In A Tuk-Tuk

Here's a story
Four in the morning
Four in a tuk-tuk that's stallin'
With the rain of the old gods fallin'
Spirit of Angkor callin'
One in, all in
Opium ballin'
Streets of Siem Reap
Barbeque smoke and sticky green
Back of the bar it's 'ackpot
Lost amidst the global slackers
Whisky and chang, I'm tipsy
Then a Pan Ron banger hits
Road of the ancients
Fried Spider
Right where the new and old collided
Runnin' amok with our luck just holdin'
Racin' through in the light that's golden
In the jungle beholdin' to unseen hands
Twisted grin in a strange land
Monkey business
Glimpse of Hanuman
Twistin' the bush bud
Whoosh, I'm hammered man
Sinn Sisamouth tune in the background
Asleep in the back of the cab but I'm comin' round
Now we're getting towed through the Kampong
If it could've gone wrong, then it has gone wrong
Couldn't give a damn
So hand me the papers
Stoned release touchin' the spaces (?)

(Cambodian)

Tryin' to figure out what it all means
Streets scenes of dreams
Reports of figurines
Linin' the highway
Dogs and hens
Wide eyed kids and the light that's heaven sent
Presently these bastard (?) gems might well be spent
As' Class represent in our defences
We open the third eye with sixth senses
Inventive and even tempered
Smiling wryly, Apache memories
Khmer dreamin', a mythical entity
We just became realities enemies
It was meant to be
Faded eventually
Transported to the 13th century
Visions of Vishnu were sent to me
As Kali whispers gently
Nagas twisting around the drama
Dropped in a real life Ramayana
Karma ... before the dawn
Speakin' the words but not here at all
We're lost in a critical junction
Functionin' only just
Trust that we're dustier than the road home
Four barangs in a tuk-tuk, we call that a wide load