The bootlickers
They sing their praises
They pretend not to hear
or listen
They bury themselves in
the sand
They do a lot of talking
Praising their leader sky
high
When the clues are there
They pretend not to hear
or listen
The empty pockets
They people feel
Many cry thinking of the
future
What will happen to their
children?
But the bootlickers they
don't hear
They think of their gravy
at the door
They smell it they can't
forget
They don't want to know
They want to grab it now
Tomorrow they don't see
They want to gather as
much as they can
Before the turning key
makes the difference
The bootlickers they sing
They forget sins have to
be paid
When a day will come
They will cry but nobody
will listen!
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