The turn-coats
They can have a new home
They can wear new uniforms
Trust and disciple forever lost
They can invent words or strategies
Running down their former party
The voters will not be fools
They will have to pay
The turn-coats
In publicity with new uniforms
The heavy loads they can't stomach
Rain or shine they can't match
In the new home
The smell of paint and glamour
In the fight for honour and integrity
They will have nothing to say
The turn-coats
They will not smell success
They will learn the hard way
Honesty still stands in good stead
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