9 de septiembre de 2008

-canción para un martes de nostalgia-


Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother

Mother
Can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother

Father
Gonna take your daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh father

Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till you're bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's

Mother
Tell your children not to hold my hand
Tell your children not to understand
Oh mother

Father
Do you wanna bang heads with me
Do you wanna fear everything
Oh father

Not about to see your light
if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till you're bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's
Damn

Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like
Till you're bleeding

Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it's like

2 comentarios:

Jimmy dijo...

Esta chevere la canción...

Saludos

Albián Pinzón dijo...

coro dedicable a una madre

"¡Avientameee!
¡Avientame hasta donde quieraaas!
Y luego ven
¡¡¡A MIRAR COOOMOOO NO MUEEERROOOO!!!"