But another's death?
Oh yes, oh yes
Color the corpse,
dress up, dress up
Drape him in green
and here we go
Heave ho, heave ho,
He was murdered by the cow
Fury lashes a thousand tongues
Silence, silence, this intolerance
Return the stars, trophies and all
Not glory, only guts, you dreary dimwits
A superstar who has figured it all
Perchance he made the empire fall
And rules the Delhi of the old
From paper thrones the shape of gold
Mangoes, mufflers, modesty
Take the broom, all is dusty
Or better still start counting odds
Of getting even and betting ends
Get in the line, quick form a queue
And repeat after me, "is this true"?
And wrap your muffler tight around ears.
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