Letra de ' Sombrero Negro ' de Analog Rebellion

Yeah!

How did conduct get so hard? Tell me, tell me Mr. Barr.
I'm just calling to pretend; everyone comes back again.

Set off course, you'll breath fire.
Take your art; this is tired.
Asinine, back again.
Talk you down; don't pretend.

Soon I will be on a train, coming, coming to your state.
I'll shout left and I'll strike right; I'll damn everyone in sight.

Make it quick; it's not hard.
Get it done; don't get fired.
Everything you thought you knew.
It's a lie, now you know too.

Don't pretend!