Man in Black
RQ Penn

Man in black
riding down the street
he just got back
looking for someone to meet

The town is empty
his friends long gone
his group is a one man party
the conclusion forgone

He got money in the wallet
a suit on his shoulders
a whatchamacallit
and a arms like boulders

They look upon him as fortunate
but he disagrees
his ideas cannot propagate
and his love has no degrees.

He dines in the greasy bars
and watches the cheap pictures
fantasizes about Cadillac cars
and fixates on iron fixtures

His feet worn, his mind spent
his home is gone
no one knows where the life went
no one to be his pawn

Por mi casa es su casa     For my house is yours
y cantamos de la vida         and we sing of the life
Somos la raza                     we are the race
¿Qué enseguida?               What follows?

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