Pancho For President

Robbery, burglary, stealing and crime
Quite different from everything that you hear
Politicians upon their podium making your mind
Forget that in shame was built our history,
Making you believe the past is clear

And I want my innocence back when the cold chill comes over me
Several degrees along my spine, and I think it works for me

Ignorance, jewelry, beauty, human kind
Not different from everything that you hear
People live their life, pretending they are blind

Don't stop dealing
I keep on thinking
Laying on my bed
Wondering when finally I'll be dead

When you seek for reality, but they don't want to let you know
Then I wait for tomorrow, hope I find in the road
And you think if you hide your face, they will leave you alone
But, no, this is wrong, they can get not enough

You fear the fears, so you turn and run
You think justice is done with a hand and a gun
And when you have no one else to blame
Truth will show up in a blood taint

With two blind folded eyes, every day becomes hard to wake up
Then I look to my past, barely see what I've done
You spent your entire life, hunting something you don't know
All the things you got for you
Are just things you stole

You fear the fears, so you turn and run
You think justice is done with a hand and a gun
And when you have no one else to blame
Truth will show up in a blood taint

Solo - Lacreta