OLD DOGS
Composição: Gustavo Pires
Arranjos: Felipe Schmidt

You can't teach old dogs new tricks, forget about
Even If I where a cub you would not know
The experience takes wings given by instinct juvenile
But it teaches you to reach the sky without flying

Fame and fortune... drugs and torture, bad attitude!
World is between guns and speches, what do you choose?
You needs to be much smarter to become an old dog
So learn how to howl to answer me, or drown like toads!

There are smart girls, face of angels... hell on alert!
No premonition, I look in your eyes to be a prophet
Empty hearts hot like a spark, falling down
By a lot of money little honey, may even love!

Make your bets, you can still bet your youth
Ain't no gain, ambition is too hot to burn you
There is a lot of fuel in his blood, the flame will stay high
And all those who've burned a day, will blow all the time!

Say your prayers who was never attracted by blood?
Even innocence has turned a knife inside a heart
Get stuck on the collar and never will risk the loss
The price you pay to ally with innocence is to live in doubt!