The
drum beats of echo
The
new devil sings his songs
High
on the hill he makes his cut
The
wind whirring his songs to the valley
The
simple minded villagers listen
As
they work on their backbending work
They
don't have time for the politicians
They
just want to carry on with their lives
The
new devil knows the street of minds
Give
them a reason to live on their land
They
will not complain as long as they have food
Cash
in their hands to dance their lives away
The
new devil thinks he can get away
He
sings his songs loud and clear
Bewitching
the masses with his lyrics
But
he forgets his time is running out
The
new ghostbusters have arrived
They
have the modern gadgets to monitor
The
bad hats will have to face the music
The
changing chords and riffs
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