There
is always a fall guy
Take
the heat and cry in sorrow
When
the going becomes a bad
Promises
of the past come to naught
A
fall guy will not carry it out
Without
the explicit instructions
The
person who has the authority
He
will call the game to play
The
going planted with roses
It
smells of fragrance in the air
Once
it withers and dies
Pick
a fall guy let him cry
Once
the gamble doesn't hit off
The
fall guy is on his own
He
has nothing to cling to
His
fingerprints but there must be reasons
He
can't initiate contracts beyond his capacity
When
the bubble bursts into the open
There
are questions to be asked
And
the fall guy will take the fall
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