The basket full of
bad apples
They sing the same
tune
Nothing they can
see or do
It is always on a
race
When will these bad
apples learn?
Maybe they are
knocked off to prison
Serving times will
change many
The good life they
forget to live
The bad apples in
the basket
It never smells
good in the air
There is always a
disease
A parasite to live
on the good
They think they can
earn credit
Staying in the
shadows of the light
But the bad apples
will be found out
By the bad smell of
decay
The basket full of
bad apples
Let them sit in
jail to cry
When the crying has
been done
They will realize
what fools they are
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