The moos will fail
The spinning tales
They don't speak
The corruption in it
Only the fools will say
They don't see the bad deals
They only see the crumbs
Picking up to feel good
The moos will not escape
The sins on their faces
Karma will blend them well
Until they have blurry minds
Now the walls they see
The hide-out will not last
There are cracks appearing
Too much sins too much lies
On the radar of Macc
The moos have to behave
The past deeds will not disappear
This is where moos falling
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