Don't drag the crocodiles in
They are nothing but a bad dream
They will not add value
But a bad vibration in the system
They will sing their own praises
Everything to benefit their own kind
The others they will dislike
They want to push them aside
Even on religion
They will claim to hold the truth
Yet in their actions they tell a different story
The crocodiles better they stay in the swamp
The crocodiles on land
Everything is a game to bite
They will not add value
They will sing their own praises