LICENSE TO KILL Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will. Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill, Then they bury him with stars, Sell his body like they do used cars. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there facin' the hill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. All he believes are his eyes And his eyes, they just tell him lies. But there's a woman on my block, Sitting there in a cold chill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker, Heartbreaker, backbreaker, Leave no stone unturned. May be an actor in a plot, That might be all that you got 'Til your error you clearly learn. Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled. Oh, man is opposed to fair play, He wants it all and he wants it his way. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

LLICÈNCIA PER MATAR L'home pensa que domina el món i pot fer tot el que vol Si les coses no canvien aviat, ho aconseguirà Oh, l'home ha inventat la seva mala fortuna El primer pas va ser trepitjar la lluna. Però hi ha una dona al meu veïnat, Seu tranquil•la mentre mira el cel estelat Diu, qui li traurà la llicència per matar? L'home, el trien i el preparen per a un vida de competitivitat I el deixen en un camí on acabarà malalt, Després l'enterren amb tota solemnitat, I vénen el seu cos com si fos un cotxe usat. Però hi ha una dona al meu veïnat, Que seu tranquil•la davant el mar Diu, qui li traurà la llicència per matar? L'home, va de cap a la destrucció, té por i està confós, El seu cervell ha estat manipulat amb gran habilitat. Només creu allò que veu I el que veu, només son falses veritats. Però hi ha una dona al meu veïnat, Seu tranquil•la a la fresca Diu, qui li traurà la llicència per matar? Pots ser un esvalotador, un espiritista, Un trencacors o un malabarista , No deixar cap pedra sense girar. Pots ser un actor de televisió, Potser no tinguis cap altra possessió Fins que aprenguis bé el teu error. L'home s'agenolla davant un altar d'aigua estancada I quan hi veu la seva imatge se sent realitzat Oh, l'home és el contrari al joc net Ho vol tot i només ho vol per a ell Però hi ha una dona al meu veïnat, Seu tranquil•la mentre mira el cel estelat Diu, qui li traurà la llicència per matar?