The Yam Eaters

SHOUT OUT TO THE YAM EATERS I listened to their melody Which for me is a malady Still I listen to their rhapsody Which is nothing but fallacy They tell us they make law But they're thieves to the core They fight one another so raw Even their suits they tore I thought they stood for the poor But they are crooks on the floor Pulling up chairs to fight war Supremacy is spilling blood When it starts, the lazy ones crawl The oil will soon stop And the agitation will drop Now that the price is fall Won't we go back to the crop Before all the budget flop They've stolen the money Now we wake up to a dry morning Leaving us to mourning When we recall the sweet old memory. May the cankerworms of this country Are eating us to our grave in a hurry. ( FM CONCEPTUAL)