We have become tough and hard inside
Our
eyes have lost their innocence
Our tears
are dry!
Uno Viente Uno
Blast
the ghetto now!
Get us out of this
place!
Give us a home that is new!
These tents are tattered and they are torn
What will keep us warm?
Death, well he's
among us can we hide from him?
He's been
here since the fall
wow what are we gonna
do?
WEll the cold is moving in and
He's about to begin Death, well he's upon
us
Find a place to hide
Fall's moved
on but he's still here
Que Vamos Hacer!
I heard a story of Big houses on the
hill
Where the warmth and the light of the
sun never fade away
And death he's
non-existent
He can't find us there
Sadness and worry they can't find us there
Yes I heard about these houses on the hill!
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