Buried Alive

Senseless slaughter, hung his daughter And then he went to sleep Tommy gun, saw the sun And then began to weep Travolta style, he danced a mile Then fell down in a heap He wondered why, he could not buy The people that were cheap Take me to your hearts! Take me to your hearts! Take me to your ¡¡HEARTS!! The greasy dog, drank the fog Then rolled on down the street The leather prince, he turned to mince And left behind, his feet Poetic frog, became a hog And wallowed in the sty And Betty bright, screamed all night Then walked across the sky Take me to your hearts! Take me to your hearts! Take me to your ¡¡HEARTS!! Five foot Mike, fell on the spike That pierced his left hand He wore the hood, and dripped his blood Along the golden sand They saved his hide, he almost died Thanks to brave old clive And none did frown, as they laid him down And buried him alive Take me to your hearts! Take me to your hearts! ¡¡TAKE ME TO YOUR HEARTS!!