The Prisoner

Not a prisoner, I'm a free man,

And my blood is my own now.

Don't care where the past was,

I know where I'm going.

I'm not a number, I'm a free man,

Live my life where I want to.

You'd better scratch me from your black book,

'cause I'll run rings around you.

Not a prisoner, I'm a free man,

And my blood is my own now.

Don't care where the past was,

I know where I'm going.

Qué angustia es sentirse prisionero, aunque sea por unos días...

2 Minutes to Midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim

But we don't need a reason

The Golden Goose is on the loose

And never out of season

Some blackened pride still burns inside

This shell of bloody treason

Here's my gun for a barrel of fun

For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the demon's seed,

The glamour, the fortune, the pain,

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,

But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight

The hands that threaten doom.

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb.

Puro rock and roll y un recuerdo de los tiempos de la guerra fría