A child is born on the east side of town. With the world in his hands. His mother, an angel with no food to eat says. "Love is our last stand". . The child, he grows.
Get up, get up, get up, get up, you gotta keep on moving. Get up, get up, get up, get up, you gotta keep on moving. Get up, get up, get up, get up, you gotta keep on moving.
hmmm. porque no. digo yo. mano de dios. mano de dios. . MAS.... MAS.... MAS.... . el y yo. poco comun. mano de dios. mano de dios. . MAS.... MAS.... MAS....
We've been here before. Like a book I read. In the hall that leads to the door. My words hang in the air. . When I spoke to you. I believe it's magic, magic.
Give it up. And make my dreams come true. . Shoot me like a gun. Beat me like a slave. Stone me like the Lord. And send me to my grave. . Give it up. And make my dreams come true.