the past in the window

The past in the window

The smell of the ugly flow

It makes the mind getting hot

The liars still walk the street

We see the lights

Everyday looks alike

We think there is something fishy

Then the beating around the bush

We are hit on all sides

The liars feel no shame

They know the public don't accept

They hit the news to keep up the faces

The past in the window

Once you open it you will see

The black smoke rising in the sky

It tells of no good business run