The
promises of paradise
The
wealth through the race
The
way it is always said
Bee
Anne will smile
There
is an election
The
frame of time has returned
The
promises of many in the air
Once
the people fall Bee Anne laugh
The
seat of power it dreams
It
doesn't want to let go
Its
leaders see the wealth in tow
The
life of easy living
Bee
Anne in trouble
The
crooks spoil its name
The
years of milking it
It
will end in this election
This
is the chance
Bee
Anne will bite the dust
The
people have to wake up
Take
a risk we can be free!
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