Sometimes Testo

when they sit in the streets and block my way got no money got no work or so they say they´re licking their wounds and then they pray with their money and picassos and their gold all the lies in the stories that they told do you think they are better off this way? this world is a whorehouse sometimes this world is paradise sometimes this world is what we make out of it this world is a desert sometimes this world is garden eden sometimes this world is so close to the edge sometimes.... will you love me forever and a day will fortune fade or will it stay will our baby be born into a better world? will the new millennium change the tide will a new messiah see the light will hate and greed come to an end? this world is a whorehouse sometimes this world is paradise sometimes this world is what we make out of it this world is a desert sometimes this world is garden eden sometimes this world is so close to the edge sometimes.... are the lives we live not worth the pain there will be things that still remain a monument for each of us when the day of our funeral has come last words are said, last songs are sung will we be proud or will we beg and cry? sometimes....