The crocodiles
The snake charmers on the prowl
Saying things as if they were gods
Voting for them isn't paradise
The crocodiles still can't walk
On the land they want to bite
They resort to become the snake charmers
Spreading their tales of falsehood
In one state they rule
For decades developments hardly grow
The people migrate to richer states
The home state fails to deliver
That's the crocodiles
The water is murky brownish and crude
Is this the paradise in the eyes?
They are snake charmers hardly a paradise
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