they sing the blue

Am See A

They sing the blue

On the front and back

They don't smell the gloom

The leaders still talk

Beating around the bush

They don't come with meaty punches

They have none to share with it

The dinosaurs can't change

They want to collect the small

For that they sing the blue

They have nothing else to say

The waves is carving out the shore

Am See A is nearing to fall...........

Yet the leaders don't see

They sing the blue