Garoto da auréola quebrada

Well the crooks are out
And the streets are grey
You know I wouldn' t have it
Any other way
Yeah
Your mother's words
are ringin' still
But your mother
don't pay our bills

A sinister kid
Is a kid who
Runs to meet his Maker
A child that's sprintin'
The day he was born
Straight into his Maker's arms
And that's me, that's me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, that's me
The devil won't let me be

I've got a tortured mind
And my blade is sharp
A bad combination
In the dark
If I kill a man in the first degree
Baby would you
Would you flee with me?