The
demons on the road
In
the day; in the night
They
don't care what you say
They
will dance as they like
They
show their faces
Painted
red in the hot sun
They
say don't blame them
They
can't hide in the pit
They
taste the crumbs
The
American pies throw to them
They
pick it up without disgrace
They
smell the air start to dance
They
dance of divide and rule
They
say they are paid to do
You
think we want to do at our expense?
We
have our show so we need our dough
The
demons on the road
They
shout slogans they use placards
They
don't care they disgrace themselves
The
nation which supports and breeds them
The
demons on the road
The
faces of red hit by the sun
The
mark of implosion coming in
They
don't have to shout they go down in the pit
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