John Wesley
Our Hero
Our hero lives in a box at the bottom of a Coca-Cola signLike some great altar to God flashingmessages all the timeHere doesn't come here to worship, no, hecomes here to liveAt night he crawls through the city totake whatever we don't giveHe used to have a little baby, but afragile thing can soon be goneA little cold never hurt you and me, buther she didn't last longOur hero stares at the stars, watchesthem turn red and whiteSays these are men who made this,and this is not God's lightHear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom ofthe red and the white signHear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for youOur hero can't read so he don't knowwhat that sign saysAnd you can be damned sure the tasteof a coke never passed his lipsHe knows these are men who haveLetras de cancionesmade this and their day soon must comeAll the people at the bottom prayin' Lordthy will be doneAnd they're shoutin'Hear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom ofthe red and the white signHear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for youLike Don Quioxte chasing some dragoninto the nightOur hero dreams of the battle that hetopples that red knightTopples that red lightOur hero lays in the grass dreaming ofhis little sweet childHe remembers holding her hands andtouching her little sweet smileIf a man can create this neon tower into the skyWhere the hell was the God of the Coca-Cola signthe night she diedHear me, Hear me I'm at the bottom ofthe red and the white signHear me, Hear me Cause I'm coming for you
From Letras Mania