I turn to you oh my precious Jerusalem Risin' up from the heart of the desert In wilderness In desert lands Deny your prophets their passion and treat them like fools Risin' up for Jerusalem Building up old Jerusalem I've gone beyond But there's no life

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss

When they try to take us down This is what we'll be, oh glory This is how we'll dance when This is how we'll sing oh This is how we'll stand when When they burn our houses down Reaching as I sink down into light (To light) What a shame we all became such

In the back dry in the night Put it there, get the money (watch me now) In the back of a Volvo car Pay up, sign up, LA You're my DC oh Lee, oh You're my DC oh Anna, oh

Porque cuando tú me besas se me olvida, que eres prohibida Mantengamos el secreto mi bebe Para vernos otra vez a escondidas, aunque sé que eres prohibida Vente conmigo y olvídate de él Y me ve, en la disco te encontré, tal como te soñé El sudor en tu

We're walking the tightrope With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh High in the sky We can see the whole world down below That comes with a breathtaking view Walking the tightrope Some people long for a life that is simple and planned Tied with a ribbon

Parade of the dead Oh oh the denying of your death Oh oh the machines must be fed The machines must be fed Exterminate the laws of old The sacred past begins to roll The asylum marches on The men that kill whats left is gone Revenge, and retaliation

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Why do I do this to myself every time? I know the way it ends before it's even begun I am the only one at the finish line I could've sworn I saw fireworks From your house last night Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh As the lights flickered