Let
the ruling elites say
Whatever
they want under the sun
Let
them have the cake
They
think they can eat it all
When
the stomachs are bloated
Maybe
they will realize their sins
What
they say and do will return
Back
to where it stands before
Let
the ruling elites say
Whatever
they want under the sun
When
they find the road is blocked
They
will realize the game is over
Now
they can sing and dance
The
road of glittering sights
It
is to swallow them in full
The
time is coming soon
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