Beer, wine and name
It seems to spook a race
It seems to bring distress
Every time it stands out
It isn't with the compassionate race
It is a small fraction of the crocodile politicians
They have their hidden pursuit of their own
They are the ones who feel distress
The race that I mixed with
In my village years long ago
They didn't care much of it
They just wanted to make their living
Beer, wine and name
It has nothing to do with religions
We are living in Homo Sapiens world
Let us enjoy our little sins
Even if we don't do it
But we think of its way
We have sins right through
It doesn't need physical consumption
Beer, wine and name
Let us move on with it
We mustn't get spooked
It will show we have low mentality
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