the last of the line

The last of the line

For decades the party rides

There is no interruptions

The regime rules with immunity

Until the heads get swelled up

The easy flow of money in their minds

The greasy palms and capital flights

Slowly and surely the regime milks it away

The brand of running its way

The agencies all get tainted and corrupted

The line of defence all fall into traps

With money of gold glittering in their eyes

The bad behaviour and rampant corruption

The ills of the regime coming out of age

The smell of dirty aroma floating along

The air we breathe we know we have to change

We mustn't be afraid

Embracing the change in our minds

It's only the regime feeling scared

The bad skeletons waiting to be exposed

The last of the line

The tales have spoken

The time is now

The change we seek will arrive