the bad will sing in bamboo river

One cries of crocodile tears

Knowing the end is near

Facing his many charges

Letting his members see his weakness

He can’t escape

The documents say it so

In his personal accounts

The details of his wrong doing

His hot shot lawyer too

Facing his own charges

Now he is on the receiving end

When truth finally makes him see his wrong

While Mama Rosie

She will cry ringing with her bling

The rain of colours makes no difference

She has to face her music too

The people will rejoice

Once they are sent off to prison

Now they will wait for the court proceeding

Trying to frame a good lie to escape

But the charge of the Light Brigade

The darkness will fall on the wayside

Nothing will be left when it is over

The bad will sing in Bamboo River