Treasure Island

Leonardo Diaz

(May 15,1966 / El Salvador)

Mexico City Blues Deux - Chorus III


Mexico City Blues Deux - Chorus III

Look at Jack and Gerard play
Look at Gerard die
He is now Jack's Guardian Angel
Look at Jack play football
Look at Jack drop out of school
Look at Jack join the Merchant Marine
Look at Jack go On The Road
Look at Jack honor Life
He is the Legend of Doulous
Look at Jack drink, look at him drink
Look at Jack self-destroy, self-destroy
He knows. He knows a terrible secret:
you and he and I, we are all
......Desolation Angels.
Look at Jack bleed, look at him bleed
Look at Jack die
Gerard can't save Jack from Jack
Look at Jack die, look at him die
Goodbye Jack, goodbye!

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013
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