Old De Spain

Old de Spain oppressing me

Promised wealth and fields of gold

Bright sunlight has blinded me

He ran my life, mankin style

So now I burn burn burn burn burn

To never return

Oh, oh, ohh

Old de Spain has a harvest mind

His cracking whip had marked my back

Oh I was taxed for piles of cash

So I got a can of gazoline

To burn burn burn burn burn

And never return

Oh, oh, ohh

Old de Spain hiding ´neath his rug

Stop pulling my strings you smug ol' thug

Oh, this can is ripe for my revolt

This brand of fire and flames is now meant for you

So you'll burn burn burn burn burn

And when the sky is colored red

And I'm on my way to another town

Oh I will get my freedom sir

Make my own rules play my own strings

So burn burn burn burn burn

And never return

Oh, oh, ohh