-= In The Ghetto =- Old Version.
(Imprescindible escuchar song mientras se lee)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmVFnhO3A98
As gnomos flys…
On a Cold and Gray Mor groddur morning,
a poor little baby goblin is born, in the ghettoo…
(In the Ghettoooown)
And his Polen Crys…
When there’s some equip that he don’t need,
there’s another baul level 40.000, in the ghetto….
(In the Ghettoooown)
Oh Inmos don’t you understand,
Goblin needs a heelping hand,
Or they gonna be a ungry goblins somedaay,
And take a look at yoou and me,
Are we so bliiind to see,
Or do we simply turn our heads,
and look… takome waay…
When the Muds, Turns…
And another little goblin with level enought,
Plays in Mor Groddur and stoles some gold,
In the Ghetto…
(In the getaaaawn)
And his KAzike Burns…
He learns to go to the streets at night,
and he learns how to kill , and He learns how to fight,
In the Ghetto….
(In the getaaaawn)
Then one night in desesperation, the Inmo Breaks Away,
He buys a Gun, he won’t program… he do do_deaths, while the player gets….
And this Polen crys….
As a crowd gathers round an angry young inmo,
Faces Down some codes with a C++, in the hand,
In the Ghetto…. (IN THE GHETTOOOOO)
As her Goblin man dies, (IN THE GHETTOOO)
On a cold and gray MorGroddur mornin,
Another little baby goblin is born….
In the ghetto…
And his polen crys……. (IN THE GHETTOW…)
Ohh ohhhhhh……….. UOOI!
