On the publicity trails
The black knight wants to get
Dishing out money like water
He thinks he owns it
He keeps promising
The goodies on his wake
Of life and power ring
He can't forget
The country's debt
He doesn't want to carry
He pretends he doesn't know
The finances he has a poor show
Though he feels his rating high
He knows the truth in his mind
He will try to cling on to his power
For a while before he loses it all
It's the end of the road
How long he want to pretend?
The letters had reached its final draw
It's time to get away for good
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