Under a bad sign
The nation and her people
They will live to suffer
On low economy and disruptive classes
Under a bad sign
The back door brings
There will be no good tidings
We will suffer for years
It is better the change comes
Let the back door go quickly
If we want to see our progress
Lift us up from the bad mists
Under a bad sign
The bad can't manage
They want it for their own
Until Rocking Rona stops their tracks
Under the bad sign
The back door can't run it well
We will feel the bad faith
It bring us down to the pit
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