Goodfella

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed fool is king
 Mediocrity is the jewel in the ruler's crown
 Corruption of the mind, blood upon the hand
 Every leader is a sell-out, every follower, a broken soul
 Oh, beware goodfella, you're now in a lion's den
 And no manner of prayer is gonna save your pride
 See, they'll mash you and kick you and dance around your pain
 As you lie upon the fangs of the vicious beast, whoa
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 Like the vultures on the hill awaiting upon the dying
 They suck from the poor, the weak, even the little child
 They claw their way up the ladder with a foul smell
 Greed is their banner and wickedness be their shield
 So beware, goodfella, you're now in a lion's den
 This land where no one speaks when evil is done
 Oh, we cower in fear and quietly slink away, ay-ay-ay
 Because no one dares to look in the eyes of the beast, whoa
 And mother's calling, she's calling the children of hope
 The wind is a-turning (good fortune is on the way)
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 So the war to be fought will not be with a gun
 We transform our minds and the works of our hands
 Together lift up the arms of mother justice
 Merit and excellence in everything that we do
 But beware, good people, they won't go silently
 This army of evil will fight to the very last
 For the living, downtrodden and the ones yet unborn
 We shall sweep away the rot of the stinky beast, whoa
 And mother's calling, she's calling the children of hope
 The wind is turning, and good fortune is on the way