The bad elements
They know the score
Bury deep in their minds
Tomorrow they can kiss goodbye
They have to get as much as they could
They can't afford to procrastinate
Every day they have to make something
The little nests for tomorrow
They will know the score
The guitar chords will not rhythm in tune
It is always out of keys in their fingers
So they have to make as much as they could
The bad elements
Counting the days to get away
They will not dare to face the consequences
If they have a chance they will escape
The bad elements
The days of their moments
They will try to scoop
The many types of wealth they could
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