The crocodiles
Still can't walk straight
On land they will try
Bring a kind of dance
They sell bad product
The weak mind can't see
The eyes see of fake diamonds
They join the wagon
The crocodiles dance
The Pied Piper for the fall
A race can't see it through
They are blind
When reality bites them
They will realize too late
The crocodiles will chew
The power and benefits
They want to walk straight
They can't perform it well
So they cultivate the dance
Hook them up for their own
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