The
fall on its way
There
will be no escape
Though
many will say
The
stories of fear
The
walls they want to put up
They
are afraid of the rising tides
The
roar of the justice will ride
Far
into the night
The
crooks can fleece it
Everyday
of their lives
When
the time of falling
They
will cry of pain
It
isn't worth a soul
Selling
it to gain a foothold
There
will be no escape
When
the Devil takes home
The
fall on its way
The
jittery leaders try to smile
But
nightmares will be plenty
They
will know the score indeed!
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