Good or bad, right or wrong, Time and again, I write the same poem, In different ways, I sin... Good or bad, right or wrong, Time and again, I write the same poem, In d...

She held onto his arm tightly, To hide her nervosity... She held onto his arm tightly, To hide her nervosity...

Power, sprinkled As magic powder, Power, sprinkled As magic powder,

I could put an end to the bloody politics I could put an end to the bloody politics

A trip from now & then & back to lair. A trip from now & then & back to lair.

She was robbed of her dignity, She was torn apart, She was robbed of her dignity, She was torn apart,