The
crooks and hooligans
They
can't live with honesty
They
can't live with decency
They
can't live without money
The
crooks and hooligans
They
enjoy the power in their hands
They
can intimidate, divide and bully
They
can create fear to achieve their aim
It
is always a sign
The
decaying soul wanting to die
On
the surface it seems to survive
Playing
the demon lighting up fires
The
wild fire will glow
It
will turn backwards by the wind
It
will engulf the crooks and hooligans
The
screaming of pain and calling for help
In
the thick smoke
Nobody
will see or hear
The
crooks and hooligans
They
have no way to run
Now
they think what they are
Sitting
on the stage eyes of glory
The
command of power in their hands
If
only they see what's brewing under it?
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