One
man makes the shame
The
nation faces the people ashame
There
is still no end in sight
The
getaway hatching seems not right
In
the far distance we hear
The
gong of the Bamboo River
Calling
the sinners and bad hats
Time
to face the music
One
man can't let go
He
is so afraid to face the bars
He
knows he has done wrong
The
sins will not let him off easily
The
garden of Eden
It
has been tainted by the snake
Setting
traps of materialism
He
falls and so are his cohoots
The
Bamboo River ringing
The
far cry calling their names
They
think they have the time
Planning
their escape but gates are locked
One
man who forgets democracy
He
sees his shadows trap in the back door
The
tide is rising to mark the boundaries
There
is no escape but suffered for his sins
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