we pick the wrong kind

Wake up in the morning

We don't have to turn the pages

Right in the bull eyes we see

The headline of the day

We are hit at both sides now

We can't complain we know it is coming

The days before we read about the fall

Of our ringgit in the monetary market

Who will be smiling at us?

The South of the border

They can come enjoying their days

Our currency drop our costs going high

We plough the fields

We plant the seeds

Now we should harvest it

But we pay planting the wrong crop

We stare at the empty fields

It doesn't bring us gold or shining stones

It brings shame in our eyes

We pick the wrong kind