They came from miles around, from every little town I'm a stranger in this place, I can't mask this face The arena swells in heat, the gates have come unscrewed As orphans cram the doors to sneak a view
Oh, the poster said it all, one man would stand bright When 14 masks of danger fight tonight
Ringside seats are full, no one leaves alive The Black Tornado spins into a dive Six feet under ground, in Hidalgo burning heat The silver mask of Santos sleeps in peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
