The
bad can sing
Make
the bad lyrics
They
sing of the clean
But
they aren't in the bag
They
still walk free
Branding
their kind of work
Playing
the back door games
They
think they smell good
Out
in the air
The
people get angry
Stealing
their mandate
They
want to talk clean
Judas
Iscariot beats the drum
The
11 pieces of gold jump high and low
Chanting
the lyrical notes of the bad wizard
They
think they will have it good
When
they open their eyes
The
bad will see the dark pit below
Opening
up with the hot burning fire
It's
only the scream they can sing
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