Put
the blame
On
the fools on parade
Once
the blues get it
They
will bark on the strings
The
drumbeats of the sound
Hitting
the air wake up the sleepy heads
In
the minds full of dreams
In
paradise so they think
The
imposing of a faith
Trespassing
on others ground
Believing
it is a right
When
there is none in itself
The
wrong approaches
It
spells the end of a regime
The
sick head in coins
Ringing
badly in its patterns
But
the craft of putting blame
The
art created in decades
Now
the cracks getting wider
The
regime is running out of options
The
bad road in the mind
The
potholes of lies ahead
Everyone
fills with dirty rain water
The
truth will finally sink it
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