Esperanza

You put your dukes up now Before you question the when and the how Strange sensation that you're fighting for truth But the truths you choose are scattered and lose. And every single theism fears the cloved hoof So they devour their young? Does that make them uncouth? While you preachers molest and protect your interests and express on young chests what God chose to repress Soy Esperanza Soy El Miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse Soy Esperanza Soy El Miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse I died last Saturday night On the dance floor Told my catholic wife Just what I saw There was no bright light No sight for sore eyes And she don't love me no more Soy Esperanza Soy El Miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse Soy Esperanza Soy El Miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse Soy Esperanza Soy El Miedo Soy la tristesse Soy la tristesse