We have become tough and hard inside   Our eyes have lost their innocence   Our tears are dry!      Uno Viente Uno   Blast the ghetto now!      Get us out of this place!   Give us a home that is new!   These tents are tattered and they are torn   What will keep us warm?   Death, well he's among us can we hide from him?   He's been here since the fall   wow what are we gonna do?   WEll the cold is moving in and   He's about to begin Death, well he's upon us   Find a place to hide   Fall's moved on but he's still here   Que Vamos Hacer!      I heard a story of Big houses on the hill   Where the warmth and the light of the sun never fade away   And death he's non-existent   He can't find us there   Sadness and worry they can't find us there   Yes I heard about these houses on the hill!