Esta noche hay fiesta en la playa. Se est armando una gran revolucin. Todo el mundo baila en la arena. Con un grupo de reggae que trae. Un zombie muy can.
Esta noche hay fiesta en la playa. Se est armando una gran revolucin. Todo el mundo baila en la arena. Con un grupo de reggae que trae. Un zombie muy can.
Together we'll stand, divided we'll fall. Come on now people let's get on the ball. And work together, come on, come on. Let's work together, now, now people.
Looking out the door. I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners. Parading in a wake of sad relations. As their shoes fill up with water. . And maybe I'm too young.
I lost myself on a cool damp night. I gave myself in that misty light. Was hypnotized by a strange delight. Under a lilac tree. . I made wine from the lilac tree.
Love and kisses, I don't want 'em. Love and kisses, not from you. You can keep your love and kisses. Till you show me you'll be true. . You could sweet talk just right.
I walk through the valley of death 600 deep,waking up dead from thier sleep. Just like a diamond watch me shine,bright like the sun,make you want to pull.
la lluvia gris se deshace en recuerdos. se desliza una gota, un segundo. tan solo una palabra por ti. una palabra por ti. la lluvia gris desnuda una mascara.
Who are you to tell me what to see?. Who are you to tell me who to be?. Who are you to tell me what to read?. Who are you to tell me what I need?. You fucking hypocrites.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. . Chuckie said, "I don't know what's goin' on. I'm down on my knees and I'm ah uh losin' it. Been up and down this New York town. Lookin' for a break just a fair shake of it".
I hate to say it but I told you so, don't mind my preachin' to you. I said "don't trust him, baby" now you know. You don't learn ev'rything there is to know in school..
Bruises from your head to your toe. There are marks all over you. There no place for you to hide. Since they painted you black and blue. Blue the colour I made your eyes.
There were mourners on the street of every shape and size. The motorcade came down from Redondo. Assassins on the corner tried to throw you a line. You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo.