The rumbles on the dark corridor
The shadows keep flying round and round
Putting up a friendly face to hide the truth
Even report card writing by itself
It makes the shadow feeling good
The programs planned and executed
The people asking where did it go?
The cronies laughing walking into banks
Now the streets of mamak stalls
The rumbles on the dark corridor
The young ones clasp their “teh tarik”
“Where will we be to the future?”
The future lies in their hands
The young ones must decide
They shouldn't keep quiet
The future lies with them
The rumbles on the dark corridor
The shadows keep flying round and round
Offering bribes and projects on the ground
“It isn't wrong in election”
You hear the rumbles on and on
The young ones should wise up and play
The right game for the right cause
Else your future will be taken away
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