a few silver dollars

They can't see the light

Too many late nights

Too many living in the dark

The eyes have blinded the scenes

They don't see the reality

They think they can survive

Living from the crumbs

The crooks take it away

The treasures they seek to find

Once they get their hands on it

They will tell the long tales

The scented words killing softly

The weak minds and the eyes

Throwing a few silver dollars

The ringing tone when it falls

The people who don't see

They can't fight to keep their shares

They think they get a good deal

Listing to the ringing silver bells

Cutting across the river

The crocodiles lazing on its bank

Pretending to slumber in the light

Just waiting to catch the fools

Looking for the silver dollars

The long tales into the night

The fools think they get it right

The crooks take all the treasures

Singing they get all the satisfaction

Well..the fools hunting the silver dollars

The crocodiles waiting for their fall