Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car. There is a silence all over downtown. Where community celebrations shall be aroused. I walk the sterile gardens, life is on pause, here it is.
Hey, chavorale, think locally. Hey, palo mande, fuck globally. . I come to New York to start a gypsy punk revolt. Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home?.
When there's a trap set up for you. In every corner of this town. And so you learn the only way to go is underground. When there's a trap set up for you.
When the snow is getting heavy,. Trees just bend and let it go,. So how many, so how many,. Broken bones it takes to know?. . So wake up, my principessa,.