It
seems impossible
To
get rid of the bad hats
They
sit on the higher ground
Plotting
for more gold to plunder
In
the valleys of flooding woes
The
ordinary people counting their losses
They
will not think of the under currents
They
only think of how to survive
The
help of peanuts they gladly accept
They
don't think of the higher ground
They
only think “We want to go home”
In
the valleys of flooding woes
In
time of the years
The
ordinary folks will not progress
They
are involved in their daily problems
The
raining season the flooding woes
They
don't see the higher ground
They
are blinded with the empty pockets
They
are pushed down to the low lives
They
should wake up and march on
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