shot in the park

Ed Motta

He's shot and dead in the park close to my hotel
Newbies were so scared
Some evidence was made to enhance all chances
Noticed now was the mayor's son
Somehow, he already knew
The prospects for his charge he knew
The glamorous house he was born in
Today would have a party for a few with care
His three-piece suit will wait until the family's
Properties are sold

The mayor has been seen in another country
No one have his whereabouts
The new shipment just arrived from Marseille
The cops intercepted it

Was found in every coin the logo of the mayor';s son
If they try to remove it
will reveal the most unwanted truth f
For all, they can't
Was hidden for so long
Even though he's not here anymore to talk

Gasping
Coughing
Losing
That chance

Lying
Hiding
Winning
That chance

That humid cave in the park could tell us something
The neighborhood water is baptized
Close to trash the same choker an old gift
Given to the love they had

It was becoming unbearable to live together sharing a life
I felt that someone else has being visited by him in our old
house, I knew
In fact, he's not my son we were as one
The promise of so many dreams