The toyols in the nights
They have it so good before
Now the curtains are falling
They gathered in weary souls
In the posh hillside retreat
The toyols try to put smile on their faces
They know they have gone too far
They have grown fat and sluggish in movements
The little night voyages
The small takes over the years
It becomes richer and richer
Until they can't hide any more
In the hillside retreat
Women, cigars and songs
The nights of voyages
They are afraid to go
They listen to the speeches
They know these guys don't mean a word
It's just that they are greedy
With toyols they run the errands
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