Letras:
Desaparecidos Read Music Speak Spanish

propped up at the pulpit a speech to please the poles with coca-cola trickling down my throat well would you save all of your bottles if I promised a

They say it's murder on your folk career To make a rock record with the disappeared We'll let the police helicopters Pull stereos out of the lake There

It's night but I can't stay asleep But you do, straight through till morning When you get my coffee and say "Baby, All that caffeine causes bad dreams

What you learned, what you read in their books All they offered What you saw when they told you to look A final offer Well, today we are giving birth

I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live I don't want to be ashamed to be American But opportunity no, it don't exist It's the opiate