A Tale from the Darkside
Sitting in a moisty alley,
Nasty figures are passing by.
They're doubting him, but he doubts them also.
Life is like a masqu erade.
Sitting in a moisty alley,
Nasty figures are passing by.
Born at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
His future dreams are history.
In the streets of Rio de Janairo
Lives a boy he's nearly ten years old.
His parents are dead and cold.
He hangs on to his dirty way of living,
Fights for his rights, he'll never give in.
While they hear you screaming for mercy,
Pull the trigger and leave you dead behind.
It ain't fiction man I couldn't imagine
This is real, a tale from the darkside.
If he wants to make some money,
He has got to break the fucking law.
He's to be crushed by justice claws.
He earns a living by dealing on the streets.
The graveyard, that is his destiny,
He doesn't want to see.
While they hear you screaming for mercy,
Pull the trigger and leave you dead behind.
It ain't fiction man I couldn't imagine
This is real, a tale from the darkside.
The government wants to dump the streetkids.
It's a job they can not do by light
That means razzia's at night.
While he's asleep he's an easy target.
It's far too late to run.
The killing has been done.
While they hear you screaming for mercy,
Pull the trigger and leave you dead behind.
It ain't fiction man I couldn't imagine
This is real, a tale from the darkside.
Autor(es): Pieter Bas Borger, Gertjan Vis, Romke Boschma, Hans Heider, Rudo Plooy