Trust me, dear countrymen,
They are there not for you
But to embezzle your funds
For their own pleasure.
Trust me, dear countrymen,
They are spineless, still
Kicking you from the back.
Trust men, dear countrymen,
Roar, roar, roar, you have
The courage of the lion.
The land is yours,
The money is yours,
You have the handle
And also the brake is with you,
Use all for the good.
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