infame e con i soldi vai dove non vorresti mai. Santina dai grandi occhi, Santina dalle piccole mani, Santina voce gentile perche prendi quella roba Santina
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the
You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They
I've taken, so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed, so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope, all with hope That emptiness
She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can
Vingt dimanches par semaine Des enfants jamais malades Le bonheur sans la haine Des soldats la paix dans l'ame La parole aux poetes Et la musique aux
Clearing webs from a hovel blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot
I've taken so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope all with hope That emptiness
For you I would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
I woke up this morning, grey dawn, a prayer on my breath I lost something precious, God will save me, from losing myself I think I know what's wrong
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the bayou with our tailights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the stateline And we never had the money
She won't recover from her losses She hasn't chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right maybe move to the left So we can
