Mas De Ti
Kris Kristofferson
Written by Kris Kristofferson
Published by Resaca Music
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Tell me Lord, what did I ever do
That was worth loving you
Or the kindness you've shown.
Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so
Help me Jesus I know what I am
Now that I know that I've need you so
Help me Jesus, my soul's in your hand.
Tell me Lord, if you think there's a way
I can try to repay
All I've taken from you
Maybe Lord, I can show someone else
What I've been
We´re All Gonna Die
Hey, I´m awake what´s that scent in the air
Do I know this place from before
I wonder where all of my shoes dissapear
Just some traces of dirt on the floor
Does anyone here have some water to spare
Cause I woke with this terrible thirst
It´s the romantic notion of harshness to share
Before my testicles burst
Boy meet girl they fall in love
I watch the scene from up above
The angels are gone where angels go
Hell, I don´t know
If these angels are real could they follow me home
And reward me for putting my trust
In this bed as the mark of my journey to roam
Thru the nights of obedient lust
I am battered to pieces by vodka and sex
And a fondness for odious sin
I eep making phone-calls at night to my ex
And I wish for her scent on my skin
Boy meet girl they fall in love
I watch the scene from up above
The angels are gone where angels go
Hell, I don´t know