Dice un Sr. Jefe que canta...

Pour me a drink Theresa in one of those glasses you dust off

And I´ll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross´

Round your hair the sun lifts a halo, at your lips a crown of thorns

Whatever the deal´s going down, to this one I´m sworn

I´ll work for your love dear

I´ll work for your love

What others may want for free

I´ll work for your love

The dust of civilizations and love´s sweet remains

Slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain

The pages of Revelation lie open in your empty eyes of blue

I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this

I promise youI´ll work for your love dear

I´ll work for your love

What others may want for free

I´ll work for your love