Bully
The bully with the soft smile.
He walks the walk.
The bully with the soft smile.
He talks the talk.
He rules by fear,
He doesn't care.
He has no morals,
He thinks he's fair.
The killings never stop.
His anger makes us rile.
He rules from a shaky throne,
The bully with the soft smile.
He tells us lies,
which some believe.
This powerful man
causing so much grief.
The smiling bully shows no love.
The desert lands are burning fast.
They die in thousands, they cannot cope.
Their days are numbered, they have lost all hope.
Who is the bully, who is this man?
With his lies and a permanent smile.
The taker of life, the giver of pain.
Who is the man, who kills for our oil.
His house is large,
And white as a lily.
That's where we'll find ,
Our international bully.
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