Esta es la vos del pobre sin futuro Donde a la policia no le importa si te matan Donde no hay trabajo para el hombre humilde Rebelde despierta y escucha
[Chorus] Ostrich Boots With A With A Pimped Out Nike Swoosh Got No Green Card But I Go Hard Tamale Stashed In My Tank Of Gas I Got That Work My Bird
(Strummer/Jones) Hanging About Down The Market Street I Spent A Lot Of Time On My Feet When I Saw Some Passing Yabbos We Did Chance To Speak I Knew
Black boots Black boots Black boots on So you got my number Flash that smile at me You said this, I said that When're we really gonna meet I was lookin
Quand tu me dis que tu n'as pas de fille Je sais parfaitement que tu mens Tout le monde sait que tu me trompes souvent Alors mefie-toi, je t'avertis
My dear hard workin' daddy works his life away for us That's the way that daddy shows to us his love And Daddy's two hard working hands They're callous
He packed a big-ass church out near Rogersville He drove the Cadillac she drove the Oldsmobile Every Friday he shacked up with his mistress Doing things
Walking through no one will see us our coats and shrouds someone will notice call him have him meet us out front the car is coming getting away
There's something in my mind I don't know what it is it calls from inside, i don't know I get out from my bed with a scream in my head it's a voice i
drunk on your presence and golden glow pulled from a top hat in some magic show you move so slowly the tensions bliss with pain and torture in each sensual
Fell into another one of your "I don't wanna go"s again Suck me in take me for a ride Fell into your fucking trap Don't wanna see your face no more I
I'm banered and bruised. I got lines I can't use. My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river. But I'm turning again. Yes, `n' I'm turning
I used to work and take a salary In a hole up near a factory But it did not take me too long To lace up my boots and say "So long" Long spanish boots
Started out just nails and leather Built to last and made for weather Can't think of nothin' better, than what I'm wearin' on my feet They make me taller
Today the grass is like another green, straight from heaven's garden, like you've never seen. At first glance it's like this place is on fire, but it
Make yourself ready and it will come, like baby teeth or police at the sound of the drums. To me that sound is like spreading hope, and we are seeking
The fire is already ut when the raine comes. The nucleus of stress chooses dust in the end. Like aerosol evils in a rush towards the sun, it's an oasis
They used to throw some fists but now they fuck you up with teflon. Still serious? If so I hope you got some boots on because it's raining. Complaining