Poverty's No Crime The Stolen Eye
Holes in my face, thorn in my side
Sounds of the masses - so far away
I`ve wasted my time believing in you
Nothing is sacred to me anymore
But I feel I must tell about it right now
What they have done to me
How could I ever lose my faith
I know I`m one of a few
I beg someday I`ll be again
The one I was before
