Live in Cuba

Yeaaah! The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with it's future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around Don't dare take what you need I'll jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Cra

Anchor the night, open the sky Hide in the hours before sunrise Pray for me not, I won't lose sight Of where I belong and where you lie Well, Heaven's dead when you get sad I see wishes fly Out of time For the best time you've had Shipwreck the sun,