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!