You were there when everything was good
and you weren't there when the marginal thing went bad
in the ghetto you were an English prince
you're not going to lose your hard work ever
You were there, when everything was fine.
And you weren't there when the marginal roll punctured.
In the ghetto you were an English prince.
Working hard you will not lose your savoir faire ever.
You were waiting for the Moroccan
in Barajas, the height of the Stockholm syndrome.
Like that cultural season,
with hostages, tied to the red piano.
Let's go painted with the blood of both of us.
Always, Always (bis)
They are waiting for us with bullets of sweet silver,
melted from our dental repairs.
A man is a battlefield,
if he doesn't shut up he is a revolution of carnations.
Let's go painted with the blood of both of us.
Always, Always (bis)
Then it was freedom,
sometimes I would kill for five more minutes.
Then it was freedom,
now it's my turn to run away, baby.
Let's go painted with the blood of both of us.
Always, Always.
Always

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