Keep on the pressures
The back door will collapse
As it is now the worrying faces
They know they don't have the numbers
One has gone to paradise
There will be one number short
The back door will crack their heads
How to stay on the seat of power?
The lights are marching
The candles light up in the minds
The fall of the duplicitous traitors
The pot holes will fill up by them
The wolves are making demands
Some members will vote out the back door
This will be the scene coming up
The back door has no face to hide
Even if the back door can satisfy the wolves
It may not be enough to save their seats
Because the wolves want the whole cake
This is the worrying trend for the back door
While the tortoise is inches away
The moment of glory he can feel it
So the marching on his strides
The day he finds his calling
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