The Old Story

The Old Story

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu

Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

Every night, tormented by apparitions,

In forms that moved like an ancient masquerade,

Bloodied vizards whisper: "These are not delusions, No...

Just the just deserts of past deeds that overstayed"

I Hear them cry

We don't do scot free.

No checking out, doubting what will be

The dance presages all of we

Cursed generations will repeat

till in lock step with history's beat...

We'll tell the old story:

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu

Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

As I dim his lights, they shine a dawning,

This promised land of beginnings, delivered his end

And from that revelation I divined a meaning, I...

Nurture a truth starved of meaning, A lie that pretends

He heard me cry

I don't do victim but why

Must I exist, just to tell a man

I must prepare him to die

I planned to live, not live the plan

I try, but never do all I can

Trapped in the old story

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu

Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

As I dim his lights, they shine a dawning,

This promised land of beginnings, delivered his end

And from that revelation I divined a meaning, I...

Nurture a truth starved of meaning, A lie that pretends

He heard me cry

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu

Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

Ad Libs out