Aquí os dejamos las letras de las cuatro canciones del nuevo EP "Kids Are Playing Cards Tonight":
Kids are playing cards tonight
Kids are playing cards tonight
Nothing's gonna take them high
Mama, please turn off the lights
We don't wanna sleep
Nothing's gonna take them high
Mama, please turn off the lights
We don't wanna sleep
I remember she was high
Touching, jumping, running by
Baby how I miss the smile
She used to have!
Touching, jumping, running by
Baby how I miss the smile
She used to have!
(nothing's gonna change right now (x2))
(I) Saw her in the telephone
Talking to some kind of boy
I was that boy two years ago
But I'm nothing now!
Talking to some kind of boy
I was that boy two years ago
But I'm nothing now!
And she don't cares any more
I can feel it in her face
She gets drank in the parties
I can't hold her hand again
And the kids are gonna move around,
and have some fun!
I can feel it in her face
She gets drank in the parties
I can't hold her hand again
And the kids are gonna move around,
and have some fun!
(nothing's gonna change right now (x2))
Her nose is bleeding, but he’ll leave her behind
You think you’re cool so you cannot be nice
The people love you you’re doing all right
It’s all fine, all fine
The crowd is mad; all the girls fight for you
And the press follows every movement you do
It’s all fine, all fine
GUITAR
Baby wake up, you know you have to go
This night was wild, I will write down your phone
It’s all fine, all fine
Darling pardon, I swear that cocaine was right
Your nose is bleeding but I’ll leave you behind
It’s all fine, all fine
GUITAR & SOLO
10 % Of Medical Stuff
I close down my eyes, I can’t see the sky
I’ve seen you before, tree passing the door
What’s the composition of your mind?
10 % of medical stuff
GUITAR
Tell me what’s your name boy?
You’re something strange as Pink Floyd
Perhaps the acids you meet
Nothing as cool as a sweet
What’s the composition of your mind?
10 % of medical stuff
GUITAR & DRUM SOLO
Madriz
El mundo acabo en el 93, supervivientes gritan
Ya nada queda en el viejo Madrid, las calles están vacías
GUITAR
Un grupo de civiles escapó, por las alcantarillas
Saquean, roban, llaman la atención, de los cuerpos sin vida
Tu hijita yace en brazos del emperador, de la ciudad perdida
Ya nada queda de esa bella flor, la guerra la marchita
GUITAR & SOLO