All this time I wasn’t pretending
But you’ve been doing it for very long
Well I’ve washed the sand off of my eyes
And now I have a little surprise
I’ve tasted the bitter taste of treason
Now taste my all-stars kicking your ass
Let’s get medieval and burn the witches down
Hands on the sword and you against the wall
Under …under your grey skies of sorrow I will be leaving tomorrow
Mama I’m coming home
I found that this city life is killing me… And I’ve seen enough of jealousy
So mama I’m coming home
Face to face with the hypocrites
Talk to me but look me in the eyes
I’ll grab El Toro by its horns
And I’m wearing red still he avoids me
All this time I wasn’t pretending
But you’ve been doing it for very long
Well I’ve washed the sand off of my eyes
And now I have a little surprise