Tonight's the night, i play down at the local bar,. Just me and my guitar,. Life passed me by, left me here on my own,. Just me and my guitar,. . All along I've been told, over and over again,.
SCHOOL PLAYGROUNDS, THEY SURE MELTED FAST,. THE POOR KIDS ENTWINED IN THEIR METAL GRASP,. WE SHOULDN'T HAVE BUILT SO MANY HOUSES ON THE CLIFFS,. AND THE SHORE IS LITTERED WITH HULLS OF THE BURNT OUT SHIPS,.
[Intro]. . Yeah...respect..... Sometimes its given....(Yeah). Sometimes you gotta earn it....(Yeah). But when you can't earn it (what you gotta do?). You gotta go & take it...
FROM CHILDHOOD'S YEARS THEY HAVE TRIED, TO CREEP LIKE SNAKES INTO YOUR LIFE,. LIARS CLAD IN BLACK AND WHITE, TELLING YOU WHATS WRONG, TELLING YOU WHATS RIGHT,.
[Chorus]. I could see the bright lights and the skylines where I use to play, use to say. that I'd have the whole world, whole world, whole world in the palm of my hands.
If it makes you feel good, don't do it,. If it tastes really nice, don't lick it,. Nothing is here for your pleasure,. . If it smells pretty sweet, don't sniff it,.
Theres crosses on the hilltop, a crucifixion underway,. And though i'll be going, i don't even know their names,. I've always thought it funny how we live just for the day,.
His words are complicated, they make a stinging sound,. His plan is orchestrated, their voices screaming out loud,. No chance for negotiation, against what they have in store,.
Dying was fairly easy,. So strange not to breathe,. And there is really a white light,. At least there was for me,. . And the trip upstairs was uneventful,.
Verse 1. sikilize kwa makini mpenzi. na uyaweke akilini Maria. maisha yetu ni magumu mpenzi. hupasa ufahamu Maria. najua una huzuni mpenzi. sababu ya umaskini lazizi.
Mia es la voz quelo canta,. Y es por sentir que me atrevo.. Con las raices que tantos olvidan,. Persiguiendo forneos modelos.. Tradiciones del pas.. Que forjaron aquellos..
Mia es la voz quelo canta,. y es por sentir que me atrevo.. Con las raices que tantos olvidan,. persiguiendo forneos modelos.. . Tradiciones del pas..
Para que la semilla de la conciencia. llegue a vos,. dando vuelta la tierra,. en los surcos de la vida, estoy.. . Soy quien soy.. Cabeza de tractor.. Rodando firme..
Estoy muy cansado. ya no s que hacer.. Me anda pareciendo,. que he de enloquecer. . Todo sigue igual,. o peor que ayer.. Nunca paro de correr.. . Ya no s quien soy..
Con mi corazn a ultranza,. por cristiano bautismo,. es que abarco a la patria. con un yo soy mismo.. . Me lleg desde ultratumba,. ms all de la muerte,.
Ajeno al tiempo. se que quisieras seguir,. pero mil voces te ahogan. para que formes la cola del seguro porvenir.. . Por eso te vi escapando. en las horas sin sol,.
Ya fu, se ahogo en su nada. nuestro contrincante.. Perdi, duro su guerra lo que. un pedo en el aire, fu!!. . Yo me banqu, de mentidores. trapero arrebato..
I'm just another small town cowboy story,. Lately when I ride it's getting a little boring,. There aint a record in a hundred miles that i havent shattered,.
Todo es en vano si no hay amor.. Cantar esta frase me ha nacido,. recordar un grato momento vivido,. apagar mis sedes con un suspiro.. . Sentir los pasos del cataclismo,.
(whatcha got boys?). . I got a devil of a bull and his eyes are red. Got the leather cinched up tight as itll get. I aint found nothin thatll throw me yet.