I see a woman crying Seated in the gutter Drinking a bad and cheap whiskey With nothing in your pockets Looking to the rain As if your life don't mattered too much
I see a little pretty girl Stopped in the corners Selling you body to the deads To steal a someone money And I think with me What a man win with this?
I think Live is too much more Than cry of passed things Don't spend to much time with lies Tell the true and free your mind
I see your dog running fast To give to you, your honey And he jumps, jumps, jumps Without thinking in your money Because he want's your love And nothing more At least a little food
I see a boy play guitar With thirteen years old Dreaming in change the world But soon he's getting old And he see , it's no good Take off a dream of a child
I think Live is too much more Than cry of passed things Don't spend to much time with lies Tell the true and free your mind
Home Come back to home Thats where you whant to stay A place to hide away
Home Come back to home Cause in this home sweet home You never go to be alone