Galleon News
Left Avalon when the moon had turned red
Crashed in my bed , must have hurt my head
Cause I feels like it´s already to submerge
With the shades of gray
When I open my eyes , the sun tries to bust in
If you drinking enough , you only get thirsty
I cant really move until the headache is passing away
I´ve been sent to this country that no one heard about
To satisfy your needs of torture and murder
They have a crazy dictator who´s counting what he´s got
A radical guerilla who´s fighting for the cause they
forgot
Won´t someone show me mercy
I´ve been shot at and beaten can you tell me what for
I´m not part of their foney war
They always kill the bartender at my favourite cantina
Just when I have thought them to make a decent Dry
Martini
Won´t someone show me mercy
I went here with a dream
A ambitions for myself
All that I´ve completed
Was running my health
What am I doing here , if there´s a place for me
I´m not there
I wanted to write a book
That would be remembered when I´m gone
when I´m gone
Now I´m sending short messages
On the telephone
What am I doing here
If there´s a place for me , I´m not there. . . .
