Mártires del Rock and Roll

Highways in the sky
cross the dark night
smiles from car to car
let the adventure begin
sweet smoke in the old Ford
guitars are playing
bottles clink
let the rock party start.

To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.
To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.

Real Madrid Pavilion.
Tickets on the resale
races and shoves to get in
it heats you up inside and out
two hours in Paradise
for the encore, half the crowd claps
then the lights come on
and the rock party ends.

To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.
To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.

Driving back
my foot's shaking on the pedal
pills to stay awake
the mix doesn't sit well
morning comes, the sun rises
crashes on the road
martyrs of rock and roll
the "stars" don’t even notice.

To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.
To Madrid we go searching for dreams.
To Madrid, heroes to follow.