y a todo el vecindario Hasta ver que amanece y ya no haya cheve Hasta que dejes de oir (zumbando al machete) [Chorus: x4] Andamos armados... [Verse
: In Orient where wise I was To please the way I live Come give the beggar chance at hand His life is on his lip Three score a thousand times Where
: So will you notice please, this statement made in anger. I've traveled many years, just for you to turn your head away. Cannot be any clearer: this
: I see you coming from behind with you lack of morals, it was expected though. So what if I've done the things you're telling the world? I will not
: Obscure night. Telling lies Catastrophe Even money She's beautiful. A guy can see. Catastrophe. Telling lies. And we are just seeking And we are. A
: I've cleaned out my closet. But to be here and start again, it's almost like it'll never end. You see me as a form and not the man I really am. It
: Baby. Come on let it rain, shower me with blood, blood from your parade. You know, that I will never fall. I can see the truth. I'm not seared. Just
: I've live inside the wreckage long and care not for what others think. The scene is set as I walk alone. To all of you: this is what you get. The time
: Is it thirteen? Is it number ten? 1971. When life had just begun. Is it my brother? Born in '79. My two-year daughter, or the one I left behind. They
: Lidt ved siden af, er vel en meget god made. Til at beskrive os og hvad vi var - da vi var. Kom altid lidt for sent. Burde nok havde ovet sig. Men
: Slowly. Let me take you down my life. To make you learn about the facts, there's not so many, you won't fall. And if you do I'll pick you up. If all
: Just let me say this Johnny man, you hold my utter most respect. And in my vision we are brothers. It's you and us against the world. Don't be scared
: So who look all my passions? Spontaneity released. I guess I never had this, in boredom we believe. I he sun is never shining, and neither are you.
Somos los escondidos, somos los perseguidos) ?De que andamos huyendo si no hemos hecho nada? somos los escondidos en el armario ?De que andamos huyendo
en mi mente, zumba el machete Sale el demente, mira como sube Mas, duro para arriba que no vaya a bajar Andamos, armados Andamos armados, con el microfono
I prayed to feel more joy in my salvation A selfish prayer I finally came to know For the greatest joy while living comes to me when I am giving Giving
[Music by Wagner/Schroeder/Gruning, lyrics by Wagner] No one could have known that you would end in this way You gotta face it, it's the end This world
Your tongue is a razor blade (should be) careful of the things you say ('cause you) you speak your mind at me all day (of stitching) of stitching up the