But please forgive me if I seem To take the tone of judgement For I’ve no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In this life of hardship and of earthly toil We have need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure And I bid you cheer From a heathen […]

I’ve been walking my mind to an easy time My back turned towards the sun Lord knows the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line To talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin’ dreams I think her death it must be killin’ me

No tenemos dónde ir somos como un área desvastada carreteras sin sentido religiones sin motivo ¿cómo podremos sobrevivir?