The cow gates come to our lives
As we get up in the morning to share the light
The open fields of green green grass
Where are the cows we heard so much about?
The public funds going to waste
The sky write it out for us to see
The dark clouds floating in different direction
We only see the shadows hiding behind trees
We read the main newspapers
The front pages it never appears
It is somewhere in a few pages behind
Telling the readers nothing important to highlight
The cow gates come to our lives
The country will suffer for the poor decisions
The pack of wolves running wild in the mind
The spins we hear now ringing so shallow
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