The
crooks are falling
They
can't decide what to do
They
have the loot
Yet
they aren't satisfied
Some
get a bigger share
Some
get a smaller unit
The
dissatisfaction rings
The
back stabbing begins
The
crooks feel the glow
The
shining gold in their hands
They
know what they can do
Lazing
in the sun
When
they open their eyes
They
feel the hunger of dissatisfaction
They
do the dirty work
The
leader gets the biggest share
Now
the crooks of lesser known
They
want to bring down the lot
The
buttering is going on
But
the rule of dissatisfaction
The
fall is imminent
The
cracks and dissatisfaction
The
corrupted wants to get more
But
the wagon train is nearly depleted
The
crooks don't see it
They
think they can do another job
The
bitching words of dissatisfaction
They
will fall into the dark hollow
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