• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Spartan - Off Minor
• Zebra Dun - Cisco Houston
• Sobradinho - Sá & Guarabyra
• Superteen - Jive Jones
• Spartan - Five Iron Frenzy

In a moment of lucidity, you said to me: "Push this boat from shore. What I am now is past and with every passing moment I resemble myself less and less. Don't let this be living for me" In death, dignity.

We were camped on the bend
at the head of the cimmarron,
when along come a stranger,
and he stopped to argue some,
well, he looked so very foolish
we began to look around,
we thought he was a greenhorn,
just escaped from town.
He said he'd lost his job
upon the sante fe,
and was going cross the prairie
to strike the 7d,
he didn't say how come it,
some trouble with the boss,
and asked if he could borrow
a fat, saddle horse.
This tickled all the boys to death,
they laughed right up their sleeves,
oh, we will lend you a fine horse,
as fresh as fat as you please,
then shorty grabbed the lariat,
and he roped the zebra dun,
and he gave him to the stranger,
and waited for the fun.
Now old dunny was an outlaw,
he had grown so very wild,
well he could paw the moon down,
boys he could jump a mile,
old dunny stood right still,
as if he didn't know,
until he was saddle
and a-ready for the go.
When the stranger hit the saddle,
well old dunny quit the earth,
he traveled right straight upwards
for all that he was worth,
a bucking and a squealing,
and a having wall-eyed fits,
his hind feet perpendicular,
his front feet in the bits.
We could see the tops of the mountains
under dunny's every jump,
the stranger he was growed there,
like the camel's hump,
the stranger sat upon him,
and he curled his black mustache,
just like a summer boarder
who was waiting for his hash.
Well, he thumped him in the shoulders
and he spurred him when he whirled,
he hollered to the punchers,
"i'm the wolf of the world,"
and when he had dismounted
once more upon the ground,
we knew he was a thoroughbred
and not a gent from town.
Now the boss who was a standing around,
a watching of the show,
he walked up to the stranger,
and he said he needn't go,
if you can handle a lariat
like you rode the zebra dun,
you're the man that i've been looking
for since the year of one.
Well, there's one thing, and a sure thing,
i've learned since i've been born,
that every educated feller

O homem chega e já desfaz a natureza
Tira gente, põe represa, diz que tudo vai mudar
O São Francisco, lá pra cima da Bahia
Diz que dia, menos dia, vai subir bem devagar
E passo a passo, vai cumprindo a profecia
Do beato que dizia que o sertão ia alagar
O sertão vai virar mar, dá no coração
O medo que algum dia o mar também vire sertão
Vai virar mar, dá no coração
O medo que algum dia o mar também vire sertão
Adeus Remanso, Casa Nova, Sento Sé
Adeus Pilão Arcado, vem o rio de engolir
Debaixo d'água, lá se vai a vida inteira
Por cima da cachoeira, o Gaiola vai sumir
Vai ter barragem no salto do Sobradinho
E o povo vai se embora com medo de se afogar
O sertão vai virar mar, dá no coração
O medo que algum dia o mar também vire sertão
Vai virar mar, dá no coração
O medo que algum dia o mar também vire sertão
Remanso, Casa Nova, Sento Sé, Pilão Arcado
Sobradinho, adeus, adeus, adeus...

I, oh I
Don't care about, about anybody but myself
Oh yeah, you're right
I don't play with other children, well
Why don't you understand, I'm doin' all that I can
So please stop bustin' my ass
I don't wanna be all that I can be
When I can't be myself
Superteen
Live at home until you're 33
You're a super-sonic punk rock, hip hop
Get it get it, till ya drop
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Don't do what I do
I don't know what I'm doin' anyway
Oh yeah, you do?
Could be your mom and daddy's big mistake
Everything is my fault and I'm sick of it all
Somebody please give me a break
I don't wanna be all that I can be
When I can't stand myself
Superteen
Live at home until you're 33
You're a super-sonic punk rock, hip hop
Get it get it, till ya drop
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen
On the cover of a magazine
Blowin' chronic like a rock star, livin' large
In your mom and dad's car
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen
Live at home until you're 33
You're a super-sonic punk rock, hip hop
Get it get it, till ya drop
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen
On the cover of a magazine
Blowin' chronic like a rock star, livin' large
In your mom and dad's car
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh uh-oh
Superteen, uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh uh-oh

Billie Holiday on the radio.
My sluggish heart is beating seven beats too slow.
Another sad song and another shot of blue.
Cold and unconcerned are anything but new.
He said "Love endures all things",
and it hurts to think He's right;
If I mark the span of failure,
is his burden just as light?
chorus
I am, Spartan
Close my heart so tight.
Jesus,
Save me
From myself tonight
Limping through the world
there's a knowing look or two.
Is it just the cripples here
who understand the truth?
Why is love so painful?
Why do we always lose?
Paving pathways for the lost
the bitter, and recluse?
He said "Love endures all things",
and it hurts to think it's true.
Did it nail Him to a cross?
Did it crucify Him too?
bridge
The angels are singing over the plains.
The shepherds are quaking, echoing refrains.
And all of our slogans designed to take away the pain
meant nothing to the Son of God that night in Bethlehem.