the rusty man

Maybe he thinks he's Hang Tuah
Banished for a while under money politics
Keep on a leash be a good dog.......
Barking when it suits the matter

When the time come for him
He will march into his glory
Fighting for his race cause
He thinks he has the ball

As Hang Tuah realized
He couldn't be a Sultan
He could be a slave to the crown
Killing his best friend fighting for his honour

The implosion should have clowns
Inside to make the play applause ringing
Let them forget; let them talk the 3Ps
Until the voters write them off quickly

The rusty mind on the rusty man
Crowing the glory he thinks he will get
By the time he realizes the weak legs
He is long gone into the deep ocean

The large ship can't sail
She gets stuck on the muddy shore
Too many hours of merriment
Until it slowly sinking 6 feet underground

The clowns still singing
Blowing pipes telling stories
Of the grandeur of a great party
As the dark water rising up slowly