The
ground has broken
The
cracks have appeared
The
spaces become wider
It's
time for the crooks to fall in
So
far the crooks haven't seen
They
still count their loot in their minds
They
will dream of faraway paradise
No
hound dog will sniff them out
They
can laugh around the campfire
Smiling
at the good luck they shared
The
sea waves rolling into the beach
They
toast to each other good fortunes
But
they forget to remember
The
back door swings both ways
Once
the domino effects rolling in
The
sins will catch them to chains
Thus
far they drink and toast
Hold
their glasses celebrate each other boasts
But
the ground is breaking deeper
The
cuts will be painful when they fall
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