Rehenes

You were there when everything was fine.
And you weren't there when the street scene went wrong.
In the hood, you were an English prince.
You'll never lose your 'savoir faire' as a hard worker.

You were there, waiting for the Moroccan
at Barajas, the height of Stockholm syndrome.
Like that cultural season,
with hostages tied to the red piano.

Let's go painted with the blood of both.
Always, always (repeat)

They await us with bullets of sweet silver,
melted from our dental arrangements.
A man is a battlefield,
if he doesn't shut up, it's a revolution of carnations.

Let's go painted with the blood of both.
Always, always (repeat)

Back then it was freedom,
sometimes I would kill for five more minutes.
Back then it was freedom,
now it's my turn to run, baby.

Let's go painted with the blood of both.
Always, always.
Always.