An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,-mud from a muddy spring
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
It's the same, the same old story
Religion Christless, Godless a book sealed
A Senate Time's worst statute unrepealed
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestous day
Sunday Giants - The Same Old Story Lyrics
Sunday Giants - The Same Old Story Lyrics
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An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,-mud from a muddy spring
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
It's the same, the same old story
Religion Christless, Godless a book sealed
A Senate Time's worst statute unrepealed
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestous day
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,-mud from a muddy spring
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
But leech-like to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay
It's the same, the same old story, of exploiters and exploited
It's the same, the same old story
Religion Christless, Godless a book sealed
A Senate Time's worst statute unrepealed
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestous day
Writer: Marco Colasante
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