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Banda de Prensa

Murder City Devils

Press Gang

Pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallows
Twisting in the breeze, dripping something on the streets
I can see him from my window, they can see him from the water
Just a victim of the press gang

I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man, he was a young man
He was like you, he was like me
It could've been me
It could've been me

Twisting in the breeze
(Cut him down, cut him down)
Left for the children on the street
(Cut him down, cut him down)
On the street

He should've kept his mouth shut
He never shoulda left that ship
Don't go drinking down by the docks
You don't know if you'll wake up

I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man, he was a young man
He was like you, he was like me
It could've been me
It could've been me

Twisting in the breeze
(Cut him down, cut him down)
Left for the children on the street
(Cut him down, cut him down)
On the street

Woke up on the water
No one ever asked him if he wanted to go
Didn't have any options
He was smart - he got out when he could
Should've stayed in the Pacific
Should've stayed in the Pacific
Coulda had it good
Any island, any island wouldn't do
Any island wouldn't do

I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man, he was a young man
He was like you, he was like me
It could've been you
It should've been me

But it shoulda been the press gang
(Cut him down, cut him down)
But it shoulda been the press gang
(Cut him down, cut him down)
Cut him down, cut him down
Cut him down
On the street

Banda de Prensa

Picoteado por las gaviotas, colgado de la horca
Girando en la brisa, goteando algo en las calles
Puedo verlo desde mi ventana, ellos pueden verlo desde el agua
Solo una víctima de la banda de prensa

Lo conocí cuando estaba respirando
Era un buen hombre, era un joven
Era como tú, era como yo
Podría haber sido yo
Podría haber sido yo

Girando en la brisa
(Córtalo, córtalo)
Dejado para los niños en la calle
(Córtalo, córtalo)
En la calle

Debería haber mantenido la boca cerrada
Nunca debería haber dejado ese barco
No vayas a beber cerca de los muelles
No sabes si despertarás

Lo conocí cuando estaba respirando
Era un buen hombre, era un joven
Era como tú, era como yo
Podría haber sido yo
Podría haber sido yo

Girando en la brisa
(Córtalo, córtalo)
Dejado para los niños en la calle
(Córtalo, córtalo)
En la calle

Despertó en el agua
Nadie le preguntó si quería ir
No tenía opciones
Era inteligente - se fue cuando pudo
Debería haberse quedado en el Pacífico
Debería haberse quedado en el Pacífico
Podría haberlo tenido bien
Cualquier isla, cualquier isla no serviría
Cualquier isla no serviría

Lo conocí cuando estaba respirando
Era un buen hombre, era un joven
Era como tú, era como yo
Podría haber sido tú
Debería haber sido yo

Pero debería haber sido la banda de prensa
(Córtalo, córtalo)
Pero debería haber sido la banda de prensa
(Córtalo, córtalo)
Córtalo, córtalo
Córtalo
En la calle

Escrita por: Murder City Devils