The
ya-men rule
That's
the way they feel
They
kick out all the dissidents
They
can't stand criticisms
One
man afraid to go
He
can't face the bad
How
long he will hide?
The
truth will strike him down
He
better gets ready
Bamboo
River is singing
Today
he feels he has control
Every
ya-man behind his back
The
institutions seem contaminated
The
action or decision tell it clearly
The
ring of untruth circulates
But
Bamboo River calling them
Saying
the name of God
Showing
how holy they can be
But
calling God's name
They
are afraid of the fall
Now
they think they rule
The
ya-men in expensive suits
They
want to lord over the people
They
forget the circle will return
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