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Some Rockers Sing
Some rockers sing
For self-anointed ones
The world at large
Oil dripping from lips
Scream hey that’s dirty money,
The rockers cry is it clean
For all the others?
A desert sheik
To the royal wedding,
Who knows what
The fifth fleet got,
Those who leak
The facts are shot,
The youth of the world
Are on to you,
Sad thing is
Most will be the same
In the crazy, crazy
Dirty money game,
Then someone says
I screwed no one,
And a ghost echoes
I’m not a crook,
Another one mouths
Happy Birthday to you,
The youth of the world
Are on to you,
Sad thing is
Most will be the same
In the crazy, crazy
Dirty money game.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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