Con La Espada Y La Cruz Lyrics

Aldo's standing at his tableand he's wondering if he's ableto pick the number right this timehe watches as the wheel stops spinningsees the number that is winningas he reaches for his glass of wineonce he starts it's hard to stophe's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clockbe sure you don't step in his wayhe'll keep those numbers rollingthis may be his last dayas all the bets are takenAldo light a smoke, he's shakin'from carnation right to the groundhe knows tonight holds one last chance'n gives the wheel a final glanceslippery fingers drop the money downoncehe start s it's hard to stophe's keepin' up a pace like a tight wound clockand as he leaves the table,"no luck today"you can rest assuredhe's comin' back to try againWind him up, he can't stophe's wound up tight just like the clockthat's winding its second hand downwind him up, he can't stophe keeps on going 'round the clockhe's winding his second hand downwind him up, he won't stophe's wound up tight just like the clockthat's winding its second hand downwind him up, he won't stophe keeps on going 'round the clockhe's winding his second hand downwind him up, he can't stophe's wound up tight just like the clockthat's winding its second hand downwind him up,h e can't stophe keeps on going 'round the clockhe's winding his second hand....