Rio

by craig   Jan 1, 2010


Land of rich, land of pore
poverty stands high when theres a guarded door.

Beg me, plead with me
i've told you once before
im always repeating myself
i have no more!

Golden delight, see the light
sun falls down everyday
eventual plight is delight
pick up the shite and dance some more.

Rotting hotel room, toxic fumes
toilet wont flush
cannot brush, this dirt from my womb.

beauty and the beast,
all lie upon the beach,
But the women stands upon the shore,
i see it now, iv seen it all before.

Smba rocking back and forth
energy endless like the shining stars
This is a different world.
Happy to leave, sad to go, i dont know.
Where too time will show!

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