My chance was small and ended in smoke.
All I saw was a flicker of hope.
I thought I was on the right path.
Didn't succeed but I found faith.
My medal of honor is not to be seen.
Although it's very heavy to carry.
I complain “Why does this have to be?”
As an exile on the street in the sun.
I have to smile even though I've not won.
All of my rintage rage will soon be dried up.
You know “I can't stand it. I can't stand it. I can't stand it”
Time is changin' without noise.
My baby screamin' at the top of her voice.
She's got a job and has no day off.
It makes me sick,there's no time to laugh.
My chance was small and ended in smoke.
All I saw was a flicker of hope.
No need for heroes but need companeros.
