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Jimmi was riding a little yellow cab
when mr. Rodino came and offered him a job
he pulled his black case and showed a stack of cash
and Jimmi's eyes burned to the ash
and then he said : stop the car right there
and wait for my signal, come on boys
we have to be fast, don't give the time a rest

chasing the sun, running from the rain
a blue-red combination pull down the vain
mr. Rodino had a master plan
a new life in mexico, and a little green
just to make it the best than that's ever been
with a glass of confidence and variety of smiles
now step it son, step on the gas

as he was just as much involved in this
Jimmi took an opportunity to live at least
you know when you get to that point in your life
where everything seems so simple, but the ways are hard
he took his name and offered himself
to be more than just a driver, to be a man

Jimmi stepped into the mud
his shoe got stained, just like his life
mr. Rodino applauded for the task well done
let us celebrate with a glass of my finest vine
one for all and all for ONE

the car was running high into the night
Jimmi had that same old spark, same old light
he knew that he won't get his share
that he is just a man to spare
another worm in a simple task
a master's slave
and he just lost his life

the night was dreamy, gloomy and alive
like a hundred bullets running through his mind
Jimmi stopped the car along the road
there was just no turning back
i'll start the show

he pulled his cold knife
and killed Rodino and his guys in their sleep
no one's gonna play me off, don't worry, your money i will keep

he got rid of the car, took the money, running far
time to hitchhike along the road
Jimmi's gonna start the show

a man stopped and told him to get in
and that he'll take him in the city of the sin
This is one of these days
When money makes pigs of us and them
There's just no time
It is spinning round and around
All of us, crazy diamonds, learning to fly
Burning bridges, brain damage
Until the division bell pronounces the hero's return
A great day for freedom
A man will breathe again...on the dark side...on the dark side of the moon
And he will wonder on his possible pasts
His mind on the run, close to the turning away
Highly hoping for his final gig in the sky
Should we shout, should we scream
What have we done
Time to run, run like hell, outside the wall, run from the life,
The final cut from the blue sky, goodbye
The show must go on and for you absolutely curtains...
As he says his last sentence, the mind keeps talking
But his mouth are lost for words
Comfort inside leads a train of thoughts
sphere of colored rays, distracting the growth
comfort in her eyes leaves me in my past
sunflower melts the ice, guitar pick in my hand
rotten tree is dust, golden yet unreal
luck beats in my heart, stolen, but it heals
guilt is on it's wings
ornaments made of snow
shiverin' seasons entwine for just one goal

I see her
lady in the flowers
I'll join her
in those fields
I know I'm not alone
I'll pick my stone
carry it home
till the woods eat my soul

— The End —