Sitting all alone at the back of a bar
In a distant town,
You run away from people and looks
But a hunter saw you.
There's a problem ¯d with the face of a star
Who wants to put you at ease.
Before it's too late,
You'd better run off in the English way.
The big boss is going to speak.
The small bosses are silent.
He has plans and ideas,
Millions under his chair.
All his life is a business
And you are part of it.
If you don't want to run out of air,
Keep an eye on the exit.
Tension, be careful.
br/>There's a crazier one
Who steals your madness.
Tension, be careful.
There's a driver
Who sniffs your lifeline.
One speaker makes his speech.
At his feet, the crowd throngs.
He uses puns well
As well as promises.
As he wants to remake the world,
It's the law he's addressing
But while he's telling his story,
Hear it like an S.O.S.

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