Ongkara
Poker
With the guards at the gatesand the dogs chained to the wallour barn makes the placea secure strongholdgo get the fire sticks in handsand a couple of armed menwe'll set peace in our landsand the poverty that they belong toThey got to check and chillIs the mass poison sweet?compliments for the chefthe feast is held for the eliteand everybody else is sucking on themBut if you dare to walk a while asideyou'll see the greatest fire in your lifeFeel free to walk along on all fours
From Letras Mania