60 revolutions per minute This is my regular speed So how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it? Without ringing all alarms
Why didn't you come when I beat my drum And screamed off my head out into the night? Scared of the slums, afraid of the guns Don't wanna see the hoodlums
Caravan is comin', old guitars are strummin' Chief is sittin' high with gold across the chest I'm just a little chavo, I don't even own a guitar But mama
We stepped together in the river We traded fever on turmoil Last time I saw you was in the middle I wonder if you hit the soil Where are you now, my
Unvisible barbed wire all along Around the neck of my song He Romale, I'm beat up but going strong Unstoppable fire of my tongue And the path ahead that
If we are here not to do What you and I wanna do And go forever crazy with it Why the hell are we even here? There was never any good old days They are
Yeah, oh yeah, you seen me walk on burning bridges Yeah, oh yeah, you seen me fall in love with witches And you know my head is held inside by stitches
Have you ever been to American wedding? Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring? Where is the musicians that got the taste? Where's the supply
Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car There is a silence all over downtown Where community celebrations shall be aroused I walk the
It is easier to see, evil as entity Not as condition inside you and me I did not invent it, I'm just in charge of it Simple businessman with simple practical
Give me a vision when I got none And the thunderbolts in each hand of my own For I'm comin' back to level Everythin' they taught us wrong Onto transmigration
Suddenly door opened just a crack A hand reached out and ordered me to duck Took me to a Sturm and Drang banquet Where Rismsky and Korsakov they met
Back in the day yo as we learned A man was not considered to be Considered to be fully grown Has he not gonna beyond the hills Has he not crossed the
My strange uncles from abroad Yes, I never met them I took everything they wrote And I'll never forget them Through the mystical communication And deep
Brother, our singing is like an alarm ringing We have words at the ready as if something's going wrong Daddies of the girls, they don't like us singers
After getting his political message I come across Uncle Sandro experienced absolutely devastating Absolutely excruciating, a sense of loss Yo Uncle Sandro
First time I had read the Bible, it had stroke me as unwitty I think it may started rumor that the Lord ain't got no humor Put me inside SSC, let's test
My dear good friend let's not forget That we can take down Pinochet Against us any gang of four Will be on the floor When I was younger I thought someday
