Every time a crocodile sings
The musical chords can't play in tune
It is always a wrong key in engagement
It is hard to listen to the strumming
The crocodiles like the power
The kind of religion they know best
Brewing hot in their crocodile heads
They want to rule for themselves
The crocodiles dream to get 2/3
With it they dream to change the Constitution
That's their motive every day of their lives
The crocodiles can't live as a show piece
Now the crocodiles are in the back door
Joining the group of different ideology
Yet for the sake of their intention
They go along with it
The leader of the crocodiles
God has given him ample warning
Yet he hasn't learned his lessons
He still goes by the wrong approaches
Every time a crocodile sings
The ears have to strain to listen the strumming
It flows with bad chords changing
It never brings good vibration
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