Bunk Monk

He wears the robe, dons the do, waiting on the street In the early hours of the morn to accept the peoples treats But instead of cherishing the gifts he boldly does receive He strips the robe for jeans and a tee and makes a mockery Bunk Monk of Bangkok A liar and a cheat, he's a conman and a thief A master of deceit He's the Bunk Monk of Bangkok The people give their hard earned dough, their food, sweat and blood He pockets the cash and sells the food, this God's a fucking fraud The man is no practitioner, or even a novice of the belief He drinks, he smokes, he fucks, he sings He's a fucking thief Bunk Monk of Bangkok A liar and a cheat, he's a conman and a thief A master of deceit He's the Bunk Monk of Bangkok