Vasquez کے بول

Let me tell you about Faces I see The stately, the rugged Over and over Under dirt And sun umbrellas Their eyes on the gun Some puppy eyes Some fierce lady eyes Some warm gentleman eyes But some eyes That can't look into mine Look into mine Bandido They call me No one knows the story I hate an imperious glance In the gold country I'm writing her a love song How we fall into a dream in the rocks Our rocks But they found me there, chased after me I crawled away quickly Wasn't sure if I was lost or if I was running away again Up what you now call the 14 I was a runner up the 14 Their mouths move To say They wanna be the good guys They wanna be Triumphant They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks So no one tells the story Of Bandido In the gold country They call me I hate an imperious glance In the gold country Bandido No one knows the story In the gold country In the gold country