Hitch a ride
The opposition wants to
They can't stand alone
They fake it in their minds
The Bawang and his crocodiles
Hitch a ride to the wrong
The police should monitor
The toxicity coming through
They want to rule
Like the Taliban regime
They don't see it is wrong
They only see they are the little gods
The crocodiles under Bawang
Show no respect to the Constitution
They don't even do it for the Sultans
They always think they the top guns
Hitch a ride
To the light they are afraid
So they stay on the road
Walking under the hot sun
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