The
same old story
It
never fails its way
Through
the ages of our time
The
bad script the bad lie
Some
are fools
They
don't listen or read well
The
badges of the liars
They
accept as the truth
The
pages of history
Of
the corrupted ways
Every
buy election
The
goods offer for sale
Some
lackeys will sing
The
songs of women and wine
The
gold coins in the bottles
“It
is yours when the job is done”
The
pledges of millions
The
make believe history
Some
are fools
Falling
for the corrupted hole
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