Sing your blue, man
The glitter of diamonds or gold has gone
Leaving you in a pathetic state
You sit stoned face dreaming of the past glory
You try to play your pitiful game
Showing others, you eat in a budge outlet
Once you could dine in expensive restaurants
Now you sit alone staring into the past
You can’t fool the people
Your lies will hold you down
You can play your sad game
Still, you have to sing your blue
There is no escape for you
Even your lawyers asking pathetic questions
All trying to show their wings
The real answer is in the documents
The Bamboo River sings your name
Ali Baba and his forty thieves must come along
In the prison walls you will stay
History will
give you a bad day
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