The back door is Humpty Dumpty
Sitting on the balcony watching the scenes
Feeling the wavering wind swinging hands
Thinking of the high feeling the pride
Now hanging with a screw
The wavering wind blasting it through
At any moment it will fall down
Smashing into pieces all like a bad dream
The secret meeting and trade off
The bargaining basket to try to stay on
But the whoring wind will not let go
It wants a new partner to carry through
The sins of back door
The Humpty Dumpty will fall
Crack its parts into tiny pieces
In history it will be a bad report
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