The
crooks sing
The
same feathers show
Every
one laugh
What
can they do?
The
blues jam in the band
Belting
out songs of 1-2-4
They
don't understand the meaning
They
sing it out loud to boast
The
echo rings in the air
The
bass hit the ceilings and walls
The
sound of the blues jam
“I
am coming with 1-2-4”
The
crooks sing
“Who
want to catch us?
We
are the lords of the darkness
We
will decide the game we play!”
The
Red shows its talcum powder face
Dancing
on the street mind full of addiction
The
soul loses to the temptation of greed
On
parade the blues turn away
The
crooks sing
The
same feathers show
“Who
want to catch us?
We
are lords of the darkness”
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