The heavy loads
On the shoulder to bear
Walking on the streets
Telling the voters
‘Now vote for me’
The pitiful face
The ages of years gone
The eyes of experience
The spin of fools
The years had gone
Now the people recognize
It isn’t the way they wanted
They have known the lies
The heavy loads
When you look inside
It is empty full of air
The tricks on voters
They better wise up quickly
The changing in our minds
We aren’t stupid any more
The black magic is gone
The time is now
Change it else say no more
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