Pale Preacher - Like Alfredo Garcia's Head / Take Me To My Land - Single

Like Alfredo Garcia's Head

I have spat my last breath
On the way
Well, It's just my alibi,
To justify I'm crooked
Like withered and dry
Sadly knotty vine

I ain't an essential gear in her world.
I didn't expect to see god's face.
I wasn't strong, not brave
So helpless, exposed
I'm not my fortune saint
I'm a dead possum on the road

I got the power to rot everything
Yes, with no evil and no
No anger and no hate
It's painful and unfair
To be wrong till death
So hopeless and strange

Commitment kills beauty,
Drowns it in routine and fear
And all the desires in a bag, confined,
Will rot in melted ice
Just like alfredo garcia's head

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Writer(s): Francisco J. Galacho
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