Cuanta Historia

Watching the talk shows
and shock shows
the eyes see
visions in prisons
the slaves to the T.V.

Long ago the poets wrote
of romance and amour
dreams that seemed so real before.

false information is spread
through the nation
street crack and kickbacks
from station to station.

We're the lost and lonely ones
who buy the words they sell
can't believe that we keep walking
on the road that leads to hell.

Same old story,
same old story.
Only to escape

Counting their money
all dripping with honey
measure their power
in women and powder

Leaving lines of emptiness
and kids without a home
don't they know that in the end
it's what you've done
not what you own.

Same old story,
same old story.
Only to escape.

In this wide world
of confusion and insight
show me the way
through the darkness
with your light.

If you'll be my teacher
I will practice all I've learned
show me how to walk through fire
Without fear of getting burned.

Same old story,
same old story.
Only to escape.

We're the lost and lonely ones
who buy the words they sell
can't believe that we keep walking
on the road that leads to hell.

Same old story,
same old story.
Only to escape.