CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)
Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one, your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades your blood is surging
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when you got no place to go
Little girl, little girl, your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake, all the way, no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart a treason
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar
You're just a junkie preaching to the choir
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when you got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home
Like the mascara tears from your getaway
(Gloria!)
You're walking with blisters and running with shears
So unholy, sister of grace
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the Salvation Army
There is no place like home
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
Little one, little one, your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades your blood is surging
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when you got no place to go
Little girl, little girl, your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing
In the wake, all the way, no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart a treason
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar
You're just a junkie preaching to the choir
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when you got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home
Like the mascara tears from your getaway
(Gloria!)
You're walking with blisters and running with shears
So unholy, sister of grace
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the Salvation Army
There is no place like home
