The
Pied Piper cracks his jokes
He
whips it up for his cronies to hear
They
all laugh and banter with him
But
the jokes fall on us
The
wealth wagon rolling on track
The
watch dogs get their meals and bones
They
are satisfied well fed living in luxuries
What
else they want but the more of it?!
The
taxpayers aren't happy
The
hard earned taxes going astray
They
use on inflated projects
Some
disappear without a trace
The
cronies can dance and smile
The
twinkling bells ringing in their ears
The
walkman of playing full blast
Walking
on the way to the banks
Yo
the Pied Piper calls
I
give you a pill
You
will dance for me
Does
a race still sleeping?
The
Pied Piper marches in
Blowing
his wind pipe leading his way
He
forgets to see where he is going
The
big fall down into the dark hollow
The
cronies and apple polishers
They
too tumble down into the hollowness
Screaming
out in crying pain and sorrow
Nobody
arrives to save their souls
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