As a young boy daddy used to tell me stories. Do your thing my son the world is yours. The winds of fury will lead to paths of glory. Take it in your stride my son the world is yours.
Sweet dreams my little amigo. Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero. Sleepin' on the step of a church. Whose doors are locked. Livin' in a cardboard box.
Until I draw my last breath on this earth. And death it takes me as is promised from your birth. I know I got so much living to do. I'll be so long asleep the lord I'll pray my soul to keep.
Beauty's only skin deep. And the body is a shell. If somebody shares a secret. Then you're not supposed to tell. . Everything is changes. Nothing stays the same.