The lure of a good life
Many people fall for the trap
They think it's the passport to freedom
They forget the entrapment
They can't live with the hardship
Day in day out the daily sorrow
They find the emptiness in the rice bowls
What will come tomorrow?
They get the inducements
The city where sleep never takes hold
Promises of good income better than now
They poor souls jump onto the wagons
The demon runners smiling
One bag full of lost souls
They run from one fire to another
Worst they may not get it out quickly
The spices of life
Know the mixture in the bowl
Don't be a fool listening to sweet talkers
You may get it burned
Many people fall for the trap
They think it's the passport to freedom
They forget the entrapment
They can't live with the hardship
Day in day out the daily sorrow
They find the emptiness in the rice bowls
What will come tomorrow?
They get the inducements
The city where sleep never takes hold
Promises of good income better than now
They poor souls jump onto the wagons
The demon runners smiling
One bag full of lost souls
They run from one fire to another
Worst they may not get it out quickly
The spices of life
Know the mixture in the bowl
Don't be a fool listening to sweet talkers
You may get it burned
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