The baggage is full
The load of secrets
3 bags and a woman
The rope is hanging
In the air waiting
Nobody will dare to go
It is only the evil doers
Get so attracted
Finally get hooked
Crying for help
It is then too late
The 3 bags by the fat tree
Glowing of golden light
Nobody dares to go
The rope is hanging
Who dares?
The woman gone into pieces
Of golden glow enticing the eyes
Nobody dares to go
Life will be a goner
If mind is impure
In the mosques, churches and temples
Concerned people pray for deliverance
Of the good light shafting through
Enough of bad karma time of the good
The evil can’t hide
The golden rays penetrating hot and hard
Burning it up into tiny pieces
For good will triumph
On God grace
The load of secrets
3 bags and a woman
The rope is hanging
In the air waiting
Nobody will dare to go
It is only the evil doers
Get so attracted
Finally get hooked
Crying for help
It is then too late
The 3 bags by the fat tree
Glowing of golden light
Nobody dares to go
The rope is hanging
Who dares?
The woman gone into pieces
Of golden glow enticing the eyes
Nobody dares to go
Life will be a goner
If mind is impure
In the mosques, churches and temples
Concerned people pray for deliverance
Of the good light shafting through
Enough of bad karma time of the good
The evil can’t hide
The golden rays penetrating hot and hard
Burning it up into tiny pieces
For good will triumph
On God grace
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