Letter From Bilbao Songtext
von The Lowest of the Low

I am writing you this letter in desperation I′m afraid
And I won't be back to Lindsay for the veterans′ parade
'Cause I got banged up pretty good in a street-fight in Bilbao
And I won't be coming home to see your young and pretty face

I am far too young to feel so old
And far too tired to care
That I took down twenty bastards before they left me lying here


When I landed here a year ago I know that I believed
That it was better to die upon your feet than to live upon your knees
And it′s not that I care any less for that philosophy
But I would spend one night with you in trade for all that I′ve achieved

'Cause I was never much on dreams
And they were never big on me
And I can′t dream my way home from a grave-sight by the sea

So I'll clench my fist and once more sing the Internationale
And I′ll say, "goodbye, I love you."

'Cause it′s time that I should go