The
losers will say
Anything
to gain sympathy
Living
without the sound of a wagon train
Ringing
tone the wealth of the nation
When
there is a slight hiccup
The
losers will run up to say
“We
may have a chance
To
get back our lost flame”
But
they always forget
They
have chained on their backs
The
day will knock them away
In
the walls of Bamboo River
The
new government may have problems
When
a small party wants to act the biggest
Its
leaders forget the value of cooperation
The
Brutus rearing its ugly head
But
in democracy there is always a dissenting view
It
will give any party a better perspective to manage
Working
together with a common ground to progress
The
nation and her people
Now
the losers hoping by the road
Listening
intently of any good news
They
forget the blues gang will net them in
When
they dig up the dirt on them
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