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letra de nothing else matters - funky aztecs

[intro:]
hush, be quiet
i think i hear it again
it’s the siren
i think it’s time to go in
(?) this devastating land
ripped (?) by the greedy man

[verse 1:]
by a so-called man
who really doesn’t care
about the innocent
k!lled by his men for a fare
until he gets what he l-sts and thirsts for
road very deep and the valley is poor
the foundation of a mad-man’s world
you must have, you must get
it’s all greed
never really cared about the consequences
just as long as your acres got fences
and so what about the lives you shattered?
you got your money and nothing else matters

[dialouge:]
(?)
[verse 2:]
another beautiful day with my eyes to see
they’re deceiving you my brother
and you gotta believe me
the greedy man, now (?) of the needy man
not giving a d-mn what long justice costs
mostly you see in a third-world country
where nothing else matters (nothing?) just money
and who cares if the plants ain’t growing
just as long as the industry’s flowing
making a buck
not giving a f-ck about the outcome
(just?) just about his income
don’t even care about the ozone layer
it’s dead too hot to (?)
will it ever stop?
most ain’t concerned, i learned, they’d rather burn
cause there’s too many who give a d-mn about a penny
so what about the oil that’s boiled in seven seas
and the clouds of death smoke that we breathe?
all this pollution for a d-mn president
just keep it up, and we’ll see what goes next

cause it’s all about money, nothing else matters
nothing else matters
[dialouge:]
(?)

[verse 3:]
it was midnight
when the telephone rang
you went to pick up when you heard a loud -shots-
peeped out the window and took a long look
the phone kept ringing, so you took it off the hook
stepped outside, a weapon in hand
scared around, didn’t see a d-mn thing
crept with silence, cause you could tell
someone was nearby, cause there was gunshots
lying all around, to your amazement
everywhere you looked, there was blood on the pavement what the h-ll is this, you thought?
searched around, found your body, got shot
not a second later, you heard the word
“sorry you is dying, mi hermano, mi gente
but you possess something that i need
i must have, therefore there must be a bloodbath”
(?), the brain gets shattered
i got my money, and nothing else matters
nothing else matters

- funky aztecs

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