Bamboo Floor Wednesday is the day of rest in the house with the bamboo floor I'm picking off the barroom flies just in case I need another glass It's so hot and the mirror's gettin' dull I couldn't see it, I couldn't see it if I tried The man in the mask has sold out all for nothin' at all Now the monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day. Watch out for the ego's eye or the opium on the breakfast tray And the laughter of the dying monk from the poison of the tsetse fly All the mountains, they have no sides And the robbers, they have a thousand lies You can see it all in the rivers of Shanghai Another monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day. by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com