Vitacura is a commune of Chile located in Santiago Province, Santiago Metropolitan Region. It is one of the most expensive and fashionable areas of Santiago. Inhabitants are primarily high income families.
There is an abundance of elite private schools in Vitacura and Las Condes, including Saint George's College, Colegio Santa Úrsula, Alliance Francaise, Colegio La Maisonette, Colegio Tabancura, Colegio Los Andes, Colegio Sagrados Corazones de Manquehue and Colegio San Benito.
The Costanera Norte toll-way connects Vitacura with the international airport and subway stations are located in the neighbor municipality of Las Condes.
Vitacura is see of ECLAC headquarters, home to the European Southern Observatory (ESO) headquarters in Chile, and home to Santiago's most exclusive shopping street, Avenida Alonso de Córdova.
According to the 2002 census of the National Statistics Institute, Vitacura spans an area of 28.3 km2 (11 sq mi) and has 81,499 inhabitants (35,118 men and 46,381 women), making the commune an entirely urban area. The population grew by 2.7% (2,124 persons) between the 1992 and 2002 censuses.
On the night they killed Faye Tucker
I was gambling away my last dime
Well I pulled down the lever
And I sent up a prayer
That my luck would not be denied
My luck would not be denied
Roll out the head of Faye Tucker
And never you mind what they say
You may be reborn but its all just for scorn
And that's what you'll take to the grave
That's what you'll take to the grave
Well the minister wants you to live now
And the governor wants you to fry
And whatever it was that you thought might occur
They got something else in their minds
The got something else in their minds
If you live they gonna make you a campaigner
If you die they gonna make you a grave
Either way it goes down
Well your life's not your own
And that's why killin' don't pay
That's why killin' don't pay
I thought I heard the angel's bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
What did you learn Faye Tucker
What will take from this world
Well mercy could prove us
But nothing would move us
To rise above just being cruel