Some ghosts know better than to sit at the breakfast table They’ve got nothing to love, nothing to hold in their arms Some ghosts sing songs of gold, but we’re not able To hear a heartbeat’s elegant hum above the alarms Pain paints everything a deep dark crimson I can’t remember a world that doesn’t mean me harm The pain, my son, it has its own opinion You and I have fallen prey to its charms Continue to push the button Again and again and again Some cowboys think they kill, that’s their delusion Shoot the bad guys down with fingertips, saying: “I’ll believe what I want, I don’t need your permission. The truth is whatever I blow across my lips.” Continue to push the button Again and again and again Why did you do this and what is what you did? Where will it happen? When and for whom? Are you sure that you want, the thing that this will do did? Who are you? What is you? Why do you do what you do? Who are you? What is you? Why do you do what you do?

Piranhas in the c-suite and they’re licking their lips Slurping all the little guppies till their bellies feel sick Their teeth are so shiny with their beautiful grins This is what they whisper as they welcome us in: “The water’s is so warm, it’s got all that you need” So we sign the dotted line with the greatest of speed But wait! Oh no! There’s a rumor of late We heard they’re cooking up dinner and it’s us on the plate So they call a big meeting, do some damage control Plug up the leaks and they muddy the shoals Now piranhas in the c-suite have got nothing to fear Because there’s nothing to see, and there’s no one to hear No food in the refrigerator We need damage control Every month the rent gets later and later We need some damage control There are no buttons on this elevator We need a little damage control They want more more more and it’s never enough No more coverage for the medicator We need damage control Ignored by every legislator We need some damage control There are no buttons on this elevator We need a little damage control

Todos me dicen que esta baina se nos va acabar El planeta calienta, todos nos juimos, empaquen maleta ya Y ahora si, juntamos ya No mas guerra, no mas pobresa, no mas odio, no mas politica Que baina! Que chevere! La cumbia de los vencidos Todos me dicen que esta baina se nos va acabar El planeta calienta, todos nos juimos, empaquen maleta ya Y ahora si, juntamos ya No mas hambre, no mas religion, no mas crimen, no mas enfermedad Que onda guey! Que chevere! La cumbia de los vencidos Translation: Everyone tells me that this “thing” is gonna end (for us) The planet is heating, we’re all leaving, pack your bags now And now, yes, we link up now No more war, no more poverty, no more hate, no more politics How great! CH: The cumbia of the expired

The train is on the track And it’s never coming back The train is on the track And it’s never coming back Get on board, or we’ll roll right over you The tunnel’s black as night And there’s no end in sight The tunnel’s black as night And there’s no end in sight We’re gonna roll, gonna roll till we reach the light Take my hand my friend Come on board and find your seat We’re nowhere near the end And we won’t accept defeat No matter what comes, we’re gonna fight, fight, fight

Even the highway’s on fire, you’re town’s burning down You can’t save it The sorrow you feel, you’re loved ones can’t be found You can’t name it You rage at the ones meant to keep you safe and sound You can’t contain it The safety you felt yesterday, it’s all an illusion Still you crave it Where do you turn? Who do you turn to? Where do you go? Who, do you go with? The sea rises up and crushes your home It’s hard to believe it The only streets, the only trees, the only house that you know Still you leave it Fear grips every corner of your mind and it shows You can’t conceal it The rupture in your life grows and grows It’s hard to conceive it Where do you turn? Who do you turn to? Where do you go? Who do you go with? We can turn to each other We can go with one another All we need is each other We take care of one another

Everybody breaks a bone or two Sometimes Everybody takes a fall But your family can take care of you until you heal You and your mind are not the best of friends Somedays It gets so hard But your family can take care of you until you heal Keep moving forward Do your best to become Full of strength and vigor Someone else’s turn will come Your heart is broken and your dreams are too Oh boy You need time time time So your family will take care of you until you heal

In a little country town In the mountains way up high Lived Farfiza Soluçao A trouble-making girl, aged nine At the center of the town Was a big and deep dark hole Where they threw their garbage down Where it went, they did not know A fearsome creature lurked in lore No one believed that anymore One day the earth it started really shaking Even the mayor did not know what to do All the buildings were collapsed and breaking The people turned and said it’s up to you She didn’t want to be some kind of hero She just wanted to play hide and go seek Words of wisdom? No, they offered zero She was the only person brave enough to speak So, on a rope they lowered her down, down, down into the big and deep dark hole. The smell was horrible. And peering out from under a mountain of garbage were two giant, sad eyes. “Are you the fearsome creature of lore?,” she asked. “Yes, but I mean no harm. I love the town,” the creature replied. “It’s just that, that… It’s just that… AAACHOOOO!” The creature’s sneeze rumbled and shook everything around. “... I don’t feel very well these days.” Farfiza knew what must be done. Back on the surface she told the whole town what she had seen and what they must do. So, little by little they cleaned all of the garbage from the hole. Lo and behold, the earthquakes stopped. Now, instead of garbage once a day they send down a bouquet of lilacs - the creature’s favorite flower. And now Farfiza has become a hero That’s a really big responsibility Didn’t want to be some kind of hero She was the only person brave enough to speak

She spins sweet supernovas out of honey and clay She’s got a plan for the future, don’t you get in her way She’s got command of techtonics at her fingertips She radiates perfection from her perfect lips Her name is Gabrielle, Ga-a-a-brielle Gabrielle, Ga-a-a-brielle Her hair’s a magnetic halo that will brighten your soul There’s one word she can’t resist, and that word is “go” Cashmere caresses, opalescent heart Her smell is aphrodisiastic and she glows in the dark Her name is Gabrielle, Ga-a-a-brielle Gabrielle, Ga-a-a-brielle

We’re living on the edge And I can’t stop to think about tomorrow We’re living on the edge And I can’t stop to think about tomorrow now The temperature’s rising The lights are dim The music erases sentimental whispers on the wind They say that it’s coming An end to the fun Such empty threats for refugees who dance on the run CHORUS There’s no time for discussion There’s no time for good-bye Any words that are not sung tonight are probably lies There’s nothing behind us There’s nothing ahead The planet is our dance floor and we’ll dance till we’re dead