hoy en flag letras:

WE WANT THEM YOUNG

Doctors:
We want them young
We want them fresh
We want them
We want them now!

Inmates:
We want our freedom from this prison
Help us!
Please let us out!

New Inmate:
I should be home by now…
Someone will come for me…

Dr. Stockill:
It was they who sent you to our fine institution
You’re difficult, we are the solution
God, didn’t you know, didn’t you think, didn’t you see
Fool!

Doctors:
Look to your neighbors
To your friends
Look to your daughters
To your wives
You must release them to our care
You are endangering your lives
Let us relieve you of your burden
From the fear you’re living in
Protect yourselves from their corruption
From their wickedness and sin

Inmates:
It’s far too crowded in this cell
We are not living — we’re in Hell!
When will the tables finally turn?
When will they fall?

Doctors:
When will they burn?

hoy en extras: misery loves company live

hoy en your sugar sit untoched:

ante que mil manos de sosten

mirando una luz ella esta

tratando de encontrar sus demandas

la chica de todos

indefensa mas y mas cada vez

su crimen es la profanacion

bandalizmo en cada rima

la mascota de todos

convirtiendose en alguien por fuera

esperanzada en protegerse y esconderse

la que sonrie y despues se burlan

la tonta de todos

esperando aun una señal desconocida

cuando usar su chance de brillar

como deberia ella definir su vida?

todavia no es la mujer de nadie

your sugar sit untoched:

What right have I?
You are not mine
Nor will you ever be
I need not try
To read your sign
You don’t belong to me
I should not care
How you behave
What difference does it make?
Perhaps someday
You will grow brave
And from this sleep awake
But when you do
It will not then
Be caused by what I say
But by one who,
Like other men,
Holds you within her sway
And as I claim
No place within
The life you choose to live
I’ll stay the same
As I have been
And all your faults forgive
Perhaps I own
The privileged place
For worry I need not
I may condone,
Reprove with grace,
And still remain unfraught
With jealousies
And petty cares
And all that love demands
So as you please
I’ll save my prayers
And better use my hands
But why all this?
As I have said,
It matters not to me
What right have I?
You are not mine
Nor will you ever be
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