there are no orange suits

There are no orange suits

The power couple will not feel the blues

They think they can wriggle free

Walking out from the jaws of sharks

They still can smile

The wrinkles of many lines

They may say they have sleepless nights

Dreaming of Bamboo River ringing their names

They posted bail

A total of $6.5 millions

There must be a catch

The bluesy men must investigate

At night they may hear

The ringing toll of Bamboo River

The distance drumbeats calling

They toast the bread feeling the blue

The story of their lives

The fall from grace; the power gone

Now they will feel the ordinary

The Bamboo River ringing their names

The toll of misdeeds

It can’t be hidden anymore

Out in the open the sins for all to read

The power couple will wear the orange suits

i rather give it all up

I rather give it all up

I don’t want to spend my days in prison

I will give up my bling on my fingers

I want to walk on the beaches

I want to smell the fresh cool air

If only I can get out of my dilemma

You see I have tasted the wealth

I have tasted the power with monies

I can’t give it up and stay as ordinary

I rather give it all up

If I know I am going to be grilled

When I fall from grace

With the sins and baggage on my head

I gamble and I lose it on my wrong choices

I cheated in my life now I face my dilemma

The blue men aren’t going to give way

When my power is gone to the wind

I am no more the leader everyone bows to me

I have become an ordinary person

Facing the law catching me high

I rather give it all up

Living as an ordinary person

Walking on the beaches

I smell the fresh cool air

But I am wrong

I do many bad deeds

I try to run

The blue men smile

once you are addicted

Walk in the shadows of darkness

You don’t know what you will see

Once you are tricked to walk in

You will not find your way home

Once you are addicted

Of the many kinds to hang you high

You will not see the light of day

You will live in the darkness

In your mind you will see

The make belief of paradise

Drawing you nearer to it all

The picture perfect to silence your mind

It will not make it easy

Once you are addicted

You will have to pay

Every time to see your paradise

Walk in the shadows of darkness

You don’t know what you will see

Once you are addicted

Of the many kinds to hang you high

the kleptocratic man

I know it is over

The many hours I spent

Giving out statements

On the questions and answers

There is no way for me to go

I know my game is gone

When I don’t have the power

To do my bidding

I rather close my eyes and sleep

I don’t have to hear it all

It will make me sick the whole day

Listening to the whole day questions

Everything I say will not be satisfied

I rather sleep through it

I don’t have to face my misery

But I can’t do it

The authority will put me high

It reminds me of my past misdeeds

What I am going to say?

I don’t know a thing?

I know it is over

I cry but it will not help me

I bring my own family down

In history I will be known

The kleptocratic man

I make the nation suffer

Of my mismanagement and abuses

I know it is over

When my master makes his return

I have no way to escape

I am the kleptocratic man

I make the nation cry

Now I cry but it is too late

I have to serve my time

I am the kleptocratic man

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

mama rosie

Mama Rosie walking down the street

The morning sun shining bright with tint of dark clouds

The music blast in her head as she smiles to the crowd

They call out “Mama Rosie! Mama Rosie!”

She walks up the steps

Mama Rosie realizes her dreams

It shatters into pieces in her mind

There is no way to escape her fate

The black magic has lost its glitter

The bad potion isn’t working anymore

Mama Rosie can’t believe it has to happen

When she is on her way to another sunshine day

Mama Rosie stares at the signage

This is the fear everyone afraid to come

Once you walk in the truth will be told

Nobody can run away with its web of clutches

Mama Rosie turns around to smile

In her eyes there is the fear what she will become

Once she walks inside the building

Macc will dance her to the fire

Mama Rosie, the magic has died

Once she could do no wrong

She was on top of her game

Now her opulent living opens wide

There will be no escape

She has to face her demon

Laughing at her face

Making her feel miserable

This is the way

Mama Rosie will go

Into the belly of the Bamboo River

She has to forget about her bling

grab the day make the best of it

The cats in the cages

The ginger Siamese cat

The ordinary black and white

Living in separate quarter

The ginger Siamese cat looks at me

Staring eyes hoping to get freedom

The cage is the barrier to get out

The whole day until the owner returns

The black and white cat

Ignore the surrounding

As if to say “what can be done?”

“I am locked up in my cage”

The pigeons fly in

Standing on the railing looking at the cats

Showing them how they can fly

At any time at any moment notice

But the cats realize

They aren’t going anywhere

They are caged in the whole day

Until the owner returns

Life has many ups and downs

Nobody can predict what will happen

Grab the day make the best of it

Don’t feel regret if never make the grade

the black night

The black night hasn’t disappeared

Disappeared out into the clouds

Clouds of darkness thunder claps

Claps rolling of cymbals beats

The black night in our minds

Minds will imagine the worst of its kind

Kind of the creditors allowing space of time

Time to find a better way to settle the debts

But the corruptors and associates walking free

Free to engage and tuck in their favourite dishes

Dishes can’t be found in prison

Prison will be a long goodnight

The black night in the horizon

Horizon for the bad hats to deal

Deal to be in the cage or walk free

Free to play when chains aren’t there

The black night the people fear

Fear of the nation going to the dogs

Dogs of the good or dogs of the bad

Bad taking us down the slippery road

if i don't go home

“If I don’t go home

You don’t have to wait

You go and make your own

I will be held up by the police

If I don’t go home

My session will be long

Amar Singh doesn’t tolerate lies

He wants the truth out of me

If I don’t go home

Light a candle for me

Maybe I hope can sleep

The angels may help my case

If I don’t go home

I know I will face a long night

The police aren’t finished with me

I will have a long session instead

If I don’t go home

I will be in lockup

Maybe in orange suit

The fall from grace

If I don’t go home

I don’t know why it happens

Don’t wait for me

Light a candle to let me see”

the scars will stay

The scars will stay

Even not in physical way

It is in the memory

Of a time, it happens

The clean-up can be done

Put in new coat of paint

It will not hide the pain

Burying in the mind

The pain in the eyes

Knowing there is no escape

The blues will hit the note

The melody of sadly tune

The bright light will shine

The shadows will hide

The scars will stay

Burying in the mind

the red and white

The red and white

Sitting alone dreaming to fly

To reach the stars

Feel the power on its flag

Once it loses

The red and white

Feeling the blue

In the headless direction

It never planned to lose

The decades had diluted its core values

The bad things painted on its flag

It spelled the doom in the long term

Now on the walk

Look at the empty store house

Nothing to show but memories

Once it could fly

The red and white

ROS will dig in

It will score its own goal

And the long goodbye

the bad hats in service

The little napoleons

The hiding minds in the shadows

The bad signs in the corners

They will pretend to be fair

The hearts have broken

The little napoleons cry

The small favours gone

They get angry

They slow down

The protest of losing

They don’t care

They don’t know of Neutral

The little napoleons

The public dislike them

They bring shame

To the nation and her people

the drum beats of life

The drum beats of life

Sometimes good; sometimes bad

It is the living to make it out

There is nobody to blame

If life turns out differently

The planting is in our hands

The time for us to make it grow

There is no short cut but hard work

And don’t expect an easy way to glow

Dreaming of it will not make it

Without action nothing will be achieved

It is in the head the web of ideas

The drum beats of life

Listen to its different sound

Everyday there will be a change

Prepare for it to adapt the melody

The drum beats of life

There is no straight road

There will be bridges

Stop, look and go

too young to die

Too young to die

She was only 15

She took her life

She wanted out

She couldn’t stand

The parents dispute

She had enough

She felt unwanted

She found dead

It was easy for her

She was only 15

She never learned

Life isn’t a straight road

There are road blocks

Slow down then pick up pace

She forgot to share her fear

She forgot to tell somebody

She saw dead as her only way

She was only 15

Now the parents will cry

For days and years and her memories

Dead in the swimming pool

Drenched in water

Forever she will feel the cold

In dead life isn’t over

There is the ritual to begin

Standing in the cold

Waiting for her number to call

It is a long way from home

Too young to die

She was only 15

She never learned her life

She never found out what she would be

She found dead

She thought it was her freedom

It is a sad day in the cold

Waiting for her number to call

the old man will say

The Old Man will say

He will retire at age 95

A man of his time

He enjoys his working life

He likes it his way

The methods he uses to play

He isn't anyone lackey

Even Royalty afraid of him

He has his faults

The Royalty shouldn't rub it in

He holds the job to manage the country

The people will support his way

The Royalty should stay

On the line with the Constitution

Do not criticize too harshly

The Prime Minister has the authority

Anwar can shout and say

He has to wait for his number call

His impatience may cause his downfall

Anwar should have waited instead of by election

Let the Old man carry off his tasks

He has a heavy load to pull out the country

In the financial debts running to a trillion ringgit

No thanks to MO1 and his forty thieves

as the years go by

As the years go by

Passing like clock work

Keeping the records

Leaving behind the memories

Someday we hope

We will look back and see

As the years go by

We have too many things to say

Things we haven't finished

The prayers aren't done

The promises still playing catch up

The time just doesn't wait

The time we feel sorry

Age has grown up the ladder

We can't even climb up anymore

As the years go by

We look at the young

The promising years ahead

Yet we cry the blue

Some may not live to see

As the years go by

Passing like clock work

Age has grown up the ladder

Leaving behind the memories

politics is a wicked game

Politics is a wicked game

It will make a person good or bad

On the things or events come to pass

Some will smile others will cry

The politicians are chameleons

They will say to suit the crowd

They will hide the truth behind

Until they sit on the seat of power

Politics is a wicked game

The people should understand it

Politicians can be said of bad angels

They can change colours so quickly

The voters shouldn't play second fiddle

They are the king makers in any election

They must learn how to play the game too

Tell the politicians they aren't the fools for angels

So, learn to live

Politics is a wicked game

The politicians are chameleons

But the voters are the makers of government

don't cry for sympathy

MO1 the day has come

You have to face your sins

You don't have to cry to get sympathy

You don't get it from most of us

What you did in your days of power

You infected the bad influence on management

Accountability isn't in your vocabulary

Compassion you threw it out of the window

Only your members still dreaming

You did no wrong in their minds

You did it by cash was king

They remembered the easy money

You cry to gain sympathy

You will face Bamboo River

It rings your name so many times

You can't escape your charges

You are out on bail

Use it to reflect your sins

You don't have to talk lies

Many don't want to know

the way of karma

It is the internal implosion

It is the way karma circles

Once the leaders forget

Nothing will save the party's soul

Amno baru in the cross-road

Though the members refuse to see

The leaders still behave arrogantly

Still dreaming to walk in the corridor of power

Nothing will save its soul

It has to go down buried in the sand

Feel the pain of the sinful leaders

How a mighty party has to fall!

Don't talk of external threats

There isn't coming its way

It is the internal implosion

Bersatu will be a welcome change