l!

    MOLINA

    Red blood stains treet.

    S. But s last,

    And somehow forever.

    So put on a smile

    Start waving your hand

    ever o be grand.

    And...

    to be good times

    Not good times

    Viva la guerra, viva la revolucion, viva-!

    VALENtIN

    Good times are coming our way...

    MOLINA

    Fade to black

    the end.

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    VALENtIN

    It  of mud

    And pieces of tin

    And boxes nailed together

    Cardboard boxes

    My castle

    My home

    And  on the floor

    My sister and I

    ith gunny sacks for our pillows

    Coughing, hungry, cosy

    My home

    And every Sunday on our knees

    e he Lord

    For iful blessings

    And our mother poured soup

    Into little cracked bowls

    As ster

    Beef steak, maybe, someday

    My home

    And t lady had eyes

    t y and cold

    At ty

    Death came

    elcome

    to my home

    And still t Sunday

    On our knees

    he Lord

    For iful blessings

    And my sister and I

    S

    thered be no more children like us

    In t there.

    In there

    And no more Sundays

    On our knees

    ould he Lord

    For iful blessings

    And o ty

    And begged for our food

    t

    thunder rumbling

    One man speaking

    thousands singing ..

    Someday well be free

    I promise you, well be fre