the kind of bad records

 

The enemies click

Wanting to get the spoils

Of a time they had it good

The wagons full of wealth

Now they spin their tales

Of 3R to suit their tastes

It is just a camouflage

A sad tale of sour grapes

They had their chances

They did for their own

Forgetting the nation as a whole

Now they bark of bad tales

The enemies on the block

They can't get in as they like

They find the gate is locked

Leaving them a feeling of shock

The enemies click

They can't get the high

The kind of bad records

The key will not be there