Mañana

Well, I'm standing by a river, but the water doesn't flow It boils with every poison you can think of And I'm underneath the streetlight, the delight of joy I know Scared beyond belief, way down in the shadows And the perverted fear of violence chokes a smile on every face Common sense is ringing out the bell This ain't no technological breakdown Oh no, this is the road to hell This is the road to hell Okay, hope so