Barcelona - The Builders and the Butchers

Wear a suit of red and white

And each light and raise a candle

And we covered walls with the colors and with oils

And we put our bare feet upon the red rock soil

When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Every child will turn to stone

And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Everything will turn to gold

We will sing out to the damned

From the tops of haciendas

Now the Rio is on fire

And a call to join us sings the midnight wire

When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Every child will turn to stone

And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Everything will turn to gold

And your brother placed his hands upon your hands

Cleaned your pockets

And closed your eyes

And a white cloud drifts across the dirty sky

And you’re breathing

But you’re going to die

La de da da da da da da da da da

Paint your front door red and white

Fill your pockets with lead and silver

Now the sea will rise and boil

When we give our bodies to the red rock soil

When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Every child will turn to stone

And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona

Everything will turn to gold

All you see will turn to gold

Everything will turn to gold