It is our goal to be known for something That looks like the field of bureaucracy. You thought the other countries were tiring, But come to our corner of the city, And you will find that you will never leave, Not because you now desire to stay. Our staff has been trained in how to deceive You that you’ll accomplish your task today. All the required forms have been hidden, And when you ask for more information, The nature that employees are bidden Is to point you in the wrong direction. It’s become the source of our greatest pride To take the farang on a day long ride.
It is easier to believe the lie Than to admit that I could have been wrong. To uphold this truth, I’m willing to die As a refrain in my seditious song. I have left behind my patriotic heart, So no one will tell me, I am not right, And I will continue to do my part To raise his flag in this perilous fight. He may hide in the walls of his tower And will only remember his own name, But I wish to give him back the power, So he can go back to playing his game. I know that the pages of history Will not mention the sacrifice of me.
They have told me not to pay attention To the importance that they give a name, For it does not matter the intention As the identity will be the same. Ownership comes with specification To the ones who had first called it as so, No longer belonging to that nation, Letting the imperialism grow. When you go off to the celebration, Discuss why you go to dance and sing. Does it matter that the iteration Of a country is part of the ringing? So I would like to raise my glass in cheer To this great holiday, Lunar New Year.
I dreamt last night of the River Jordan, And being there I’d finally found peace. Being on its banks went against the plan, But when time is something we only lease, We have to make the most of what’s given. If we have been sold on a new future, But the lie is what we have been livin’, We should not give into the indenture. I may have to cross over the border, Embracing the life of a refugee, To live in a land free of disorder That allows the chance for me to be me. I will sink my toes deeper in the mud Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.
There are problems and possibilities. When I take a look at the world today, I have to think about which one I see, And how I wish to proceed on my way. When I see a problem, it needs solving. We must overcome this impediment If we want to continue evolving, But another will come when that one’s spent. Possibilities can say the same thing, But I should be eager to conquer these Because each one is something worth gaining, Making the next to be bested with ease. It makes me wonder which one is present, It’s just the perspective that’s different.
It’s nice to know that we have reached the end, Looking towards what the New Year will bring. Though the tribulations forced us to bend, We would never give into the breaking. There are still other trials yet to come. Because of what we’ve already been through, We will face them with a certain aplomb, And build upon the way that we all grew. This year may be one we wish to forget Because of the pain we had to endure. We should thank it for being in its debt, Allowing us to build a world more pure. It may have been a long and bitter fight, But we learn a lot when we use hindsight.
The announcement by us is being made To let you know that another will come. We know that right now many are afraid, And are unaware of where the threat’s from. But we need time to prepare what we’ll say In a very important announcement That we are announcing about today. Please hold on to that trust in government. That is all we have to say for right now, And we ask that you come back tomorrow When we will give you the why, what and how, But give us the time for our plan to grow. We do appreciate that you’re present For our announcement for our announcement.
In a utopia, an easy task. We have for you every fulfillment To hide moral concerns behind a mask. You can sit in a paper mache throne as you review over your bank balance. We’ll give you underlings who’ll lay down prone In a hope that your praise will come by chance. If you are willing to swallow your pride, You’ll live a life executively styled. The only rule you will need to abide
Is to ignore what happens to the child.
Every life is about compromise, A place where we find morality dies.
Can you still be considered a winner If they have to change the rules just for you? Your management makes you a bumbler, Looking for a free handout and a clue. All players can follow regulations Agreed to everyone involved. You think you deserve a stipulation Because you are old and haven’t evolved. Whether you look to your network of spies, Or you make your plans with deflated balls, Your success relies on a pack of lies. Even false giants will receive their falls. Though you keep track with your expensive rings, Their tarnish will never give them their blings.