Look at you
\nproud as a peacock
\nyou clod
\nlook at me
\nI cannot stand
\nbut the rod
\nis not at my throat
\nits now at yours
\nwhat you do
\nwith that sword
\nnow will prove the applause
\nif you thrust it in me
\nthe crowd’s going to roar
\nBut I’m near to death
\nso what ever for
\nlet me breathe a few seconds
\nand take my life in
\nand realise Spain
\nis the country where sin
\ngoes hand in hand
\nwith its culture to be
\nand death comes to others
\nas it has come to me<\/p>\n
the great cavalcade
\nis now mine in the sky
\nand if you thrust your sword
\ninto me you will die
\nso slowly and so painfully
\nand in your mind
\nso think for a moment
\nand see whose behind<\/p>\n
you, its an angel
\nbut she’s come for me
\nshe might just brush you
\nif she does you will see
\nyou will put down your sword
\nand just walk away
\nand will not pick up again
\never
\nthe way<\/p>\n
is open for you
\nto leave these sins behind
\nand Spain has to follow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Look at you proud as a peacock you clod look at me I cannot stand but the rod is not at my throat its now at yours what you do with that sword now will prove the applause if you … Continue reading