Raise head and stomp the blood I got the silver And I wonder What will you follow? When your head is not in order And I'm stomping your little This is for cows It's not for the size of me

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Dust and diesel Rise like incense from the road Smoke of offering For the revolution morning Battered buses jammed up to the roof Dust and diesel the prevailing themes Farmer sleeping on the truck in front Feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams

Don't ever try to tell me how much you care for me Don't ever try to tell me how you were there for me I've got a funny feeling there's something wrong today I've got a funny feeling and it won't go away I've got an itchy finger and there'll be hell to

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Nertom woloutom que etsi snis (We are strong and we are rich) Emmos snis riyi emmos snis (We are free, that's what we are) At the rise of a new dawn Rose the children of the sun To inhabit a kingdom Augustly crowned in rock mass vast All lakes are

You and me baby making love like gorillas But in this jungle you can't run 'Cause what I got for you I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest Bang bang, gorilla Oh I got a bottle full of liquor with a cocaine Kicker and I'm feeling like I'm

Porque no soy aquel idiota que moría por tocar tu piel Porque amarte fue cosa de ayer No vuelvo en tu juego a caer Tú que te creías que nadie remplazaría Ese amor barato que al final fue porquería Tiras la piedra, escondes la mano Siempre te haces la

Discotheque (Boom Cha) (Boom Cha) Discotheque (I can't get, I can't, not enough) You know you're chewing bubblegum You know what that is But you still want some You just can't get enough Of that lovie dovie stuff