We have become tough and hard inside

Our eyes have lost their innocence

Our tears are dry!



Uno Viente Uno

Blast the ghetto now!



Get us out of this place!

Give us a home that is new!

These tents are tattered and they are torn

What will keep us warm?

Death, well he's among us can we hide from him?

He's been here since the fall

wow what are we gonna do?

WEll the cold is moving in and

He's about to begin Death, well he's upon us

Find a place to hide

Fall's moved on but he's still here

Que Vamos Hacer!



I heard a story of Big houses on the hill

Where the warmth and the light of the sun never fade away

And death he's non-existent

He can't find us there

Sadness and worry they can't find us there

Yes I heard about these houses on the hill!