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 passing 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 kill 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. . . .