Dumping Pieces of Paper
Dumping pieces of paper is gone
count, inflate, jump, hide figures
do arithmetic of the underworld
boom, bang, boom, bang, bang, oh!
I do see these figures very clearly
imperialism, why are you still here?
boom, boom, bang, bang, bang
clear up; I am coming in, no delay
Colonialism, whom do you waylay?
you make me excited power-fool
boom, boom, bang, bang give way
stand on my way at your own risk
Dollars, yen, pounds, fill these holes
my love for you is life everlasting
boom, boom, bang, bang take care
arithmetic is excellent, no complain
Enemies of this gold-filled land
magic numbers have spoken right
boom, boom, bang, bang, style up
you say; but…but… who are you?
The power-fool is recklessly right
In power-fool’s diary, power is might
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