Well I'm on a mission.. And what I try to find.. Is a decent explanation.. To the darkness in my mind.. . Tell me Mr. Machine Gun.. Are you the man behind..
Sailors sail. Cowboys ride. Lovers love when they get the chance. Take it slow. Turn down the light. Soft and low. Let the shadows dance. Baby don't hold back.
One, Two, Threee.... . A donde fueron las promesas?. Vos sabes. Que me hundo en un rio de lgrimas. La depresin me consume (2x). . A donde fue lo que a vos le dije?.
We got firecrackers and red balloons. And a street orchestra that plays a tune. Confetti's flying in the air. A lot of people are gathered here. We got placards posters & stickers to.
Must be the clothes or the shoes I wear,. Should've got no tattoo or should've cut my hair.. Straightened up, followed norms & rules,. Never look like them tough boys who dropped out of school.
Have you heard about the latest craze. All around the airwaves. Makes you wounder just how little it takes to make us dance these days. It ain't no mashed potato, it sure ain't no funky chicken.
Vaya con dios. Punk rock amigos. I see the dreams glow in your eyes. I see lovers down by the coal mine. . I see an empty so called paradise. I see the sun, I see the skyline.
Yeah. . Problems, problems on the phone. My boss called me early just to see if I'm home. Didn't believe me when I called in sick. He sounded rather pretty angry and he hang up quick.
This very morning at six a clock sharp.. I stepped out in the light straight from the dark.. I went from the club to the buss and my bed.. I had some sunglasses on and took a pill for my head..
The company got my freedom, it got my loyalty.. The company was my first concern, took all that used to be me. Gave up my inspiration, too tired for such crap you see..
I was broke so I sold my time. They got me working on the production line. Five days a week from 8-5. I had to struggle hard just to stay alive. I sold my time, oh yeah!.
maybe someday things will turn out right for me, maybe someday i am me.. maybe someday i can say that i have won. i wonder how that would feel i wonder how that would feel..
How the fuck can we believe. In a God or Spirit that's never been seen.. Just made up to exploit and deceive. Every weak human intellect, try to see. .
When I see the news on TV. All I see is tragedy. I ask myself is this just me or do everybody see. That this is one hell of a fucked up world?. . Some people live in poverty.
Tonight I'm going out with the dead.. I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed.. Had a fatal embrace, a cardia-caress.. But I was blessed with the final request..
On an old city bus in the streets of Hanoi. The people sit quiet except for one boy. He's humming and singing on a simple melody. He said this is a song about being free.