Confession of a Stillborn Man - Fernando Colunga Ultimate Experience

When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live It's not so bad, it's not so bad How do you know that you're right? I awoke on the roadside In the land of the free ride And I can't pull it any longer The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses Like a stone on the water The elements decide my fate Watch it go (Bling) When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live Don't tell me that it's over, stand up Poor and tired, but more than this How do you know that you're right? If you're not nervous anymore It's not so bad, it's not so bad I feel my vision slipping in and out of focus But I'm pushing on for that horizon I'm pushing on Now I've got that blowing wind against my face So you sling rocks at the riptide Am I wrong or am I right? I hit the bottom with a "huh!", quite strange I get my glory in the desert rain Watch it go (When I offer you survival) (Bling) When I offer you survival You say it's hard enough to live And I'll tell you when it's over, shut up Poor and tired, but more than this How do you know that you're right? If you're not nervous anymore It's not so bad, it's not so bad Higher and higher We're gonna take it down to the wire We're gonna make it out of the fire Higher and higher, higher and higher We're gonna take it, down to the wire We're gonna make it, out of the fire Higher and higher, higher and higher We're gonna take it down to the wire We're gonna make it out, whoa-oh-oh Higher and higher It ain't hard to hold When it shines like gold You'll remember me

Invisible eyes Watch you Invisible ears Hear you Invisible eyes Invisible shadows Follow you

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older Turn the switch and check the number Leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product and never use it I hear the talking of the dj Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the u.s. inflation I understand just a little No comprende - it's a riddle I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I wish I was in Tiajuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the dj Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio Radio, radio - what does he say? Radio, radio - what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio