The crocodiles
The flooding season they rise
Hard talking on religion
They dream of paradise
In the swampy land
They don't see what they have done
Progress is limited economy can't rise
Yet they still dream of paradise
They still preach
The outlook of era gone
Backwards to a time long forgotten
Yet they still can't sing on economy
The people in their influence
Struggling to live in the swampy land
Religion can't put food to survive
What paradise they want to sell?
It is better they woke up
See the world in a better len
The crocodiles living in the swampy land
Think of economy they fall out flat
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