In america

Sitting on the ports in New York.
Listening to the ones on the court.

I'm left alone.
No one but me to that I must atone.

I've danced with the devil in the burning sea.
Lush green lands no peace for me.

Coffee brown suit and black python shoes.
In my ice white Bentley on a cruise.

My heart buried in four Graves in colombian soil.
Pain still hits without recoil.

Hidden in the streets no one knows who I am.
Where else should I be but the land of the damned