Left Avalon when the moon had turned red
Crashed in my bed , must have hurt my head
Cause I feels like it's already to submerge
With the shades of gray
When I open my eyes , the sun tries to bust in
If you drinking enough , you only get thirsty
I cant really move until the headache is pa**ing away
I've been sent to this country that no one heard about
To satisfy your needs of torture and murder
They have a crazy dictator who's counting what he's got
A radical guerilla who's fighting for the cause they forgot
Won't someone show me mercy
I've been shot at and beaten can you tell me what for
I'm not part of their foney war
They always k** the bartender at my favourite cantina
Just when I have thought them to make a decent Dry Martini
Won't someone show me mercy
I went here with a dream
A ambitions for myself
All that I've completed
Was running my health
What am I doing here , if there's a place for me
I'm not there
I wanted to write a book
That would be remembered when I'm gone
When I'm gone
Now I'm sending short messages
On the telephone
What am I doing here
If there's a place for me , I'm not there. . . .