History Is Knocking On the Doors

How many times have we traveled this road How many times do we have to knock on the doors How many times do you play the same games How many times do you have to hold your head in shame How many times have you picked the same fight How many times we have to sit up all night Strange people strange sight failing to do what is right Strange shadows dancing on the sand Strange feeling submerging in the land I wonder if the fellow who caused this commotion Can get a grip of his obstinate emotions I watched them mowing the grass less land I watched them undermining the newsstand while weeds and bushes are growing all over the land And the priceless gift is slowly drifting from his right hand The fashion picturesque are gallivanting around With a fashion that is no longer to be found Mingling with the highest caliber and pretending to be someone of rank History is rambling on the doors And reproach is spilling all around Guilty souls all running for shelters As the Gods commune in the upper room Human life is so divine and earthly things are mixed with wine You have wrong the Gods who are so sublime Here I am sitting under this aged old tree Once again looking at their predicted destiny How many times have you traveled this road How many times have this story been told How many time have you deceive the household The Gods are crying out to you Wake up and face the naked truth History is knocking on the doors.