Let the traitors sing
Let the frogs croak all morning
Let the monkeys jump from cable to cable
Let the crocodiles stay awake
The fall of the back door is near
The wind has blown its echo of change
Slowly the speed will run its course
The crooks can plan but the blues keeping ahead
The forces of the saints gather on the field
Waving their banners singing their battle cry
The day the back door will fall is near
It sends shiver down to the duplicitous traitors
The bad in a hurry to collect frogs
The frogs will demand of something in return
There will be compromise and barter trade
But the back door will fall
It will be a wasted effort
The traitors better pray hard
The sin will take them in fire
This is where they would belong
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