The
man will not come
He
can't show his face and tell
He
doesn't have the answers
He
will send somebody instead
He
doesn't want to look like a fool
When
questions come along he can't find his cue
Every
eye will be upon him to see his reaction
One
after another he will fall
No
Sir he will hide
His
apple polishers will answer
It
will be a surprise if he turns up
He
has the habit of running away
Who
gave him the money?
What
did he do with it?
Where
are the balance now?
Why
it didn't reflect in the party's accounts?
Simple
questions for simple answers
But
the man will try to hide his words
He
can't tell it now knowing the effects
But
Bamboo River ringing its bell
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