Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand Sie werden dich nicht finden So frustrated, IÔÇÖm not gettingÔÇÖ through to you Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme thatTá
I give props to those who deserve it
escape ain't exactly hiding
They'll say it's not worth it.
Whoever goes against causes friction
And destiny's folded and then in the dawn you'll be gone.
And the very first thing you'll know
Share with me the last moment, for I'll take you, to the sky
Green for go, green for action
(Words & music by Fred Rose)
And he wears a wax moustache
me enamoro de ti, ya no hay salida
Sacred sword play tongue-twist, piercin holes in you
I am looking forward
And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly
On Heartbreak Hill alone at night