the sins are a heavy load

All the doors are locked

The shouting matches in the air

The publicity machines run

There is no way to hide

Telling lies don't cut it

It will become an expensive game

The holes on every street

The high cost of addiction

It is time to let them go

They will taste their own medicines

Once Bamboo River gets hold of them

They will cry the whole day and years

The sins are a heavy load

The bad can't carry it through

It has to sink into the every hole

This will be the just desserts

Though the party leaders don't see

They think they get the familiar zones

The wolves will be caught in the full moon

The party leaders will be doomed

All the doors are locked

The hammering on the doors

The sound of thunder in the air

The sins are a heavy load