New Bohemia

Welcome to New Bohemia where we’re looking for a leader. The last one was murderous And we hung her for treason. I’m hidden underground it’s rebel hunting season. But I’ve still got a family And I still need to feed em. So up I go through a hatch on a trap door. Down the dirty alleys and the streets filled with crack whores. And we breath as we come to the final door Here it’s either death or the final score. We sneak in low as bankers do a Masonic clap. Whilst three rebel brothers slide in the back. Insert the computer key terminals to hack Nearly in there when someone attacks. A task force pounced quick right upon to them The brothers died but we loved them to the very end. But we had to carry on and go none the less And unlike the brothers we won’t end up dead.