In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies

His hordes of physicians try his death to hide

The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know

His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so

The media are left to speculate and lies grow

The international community is not letting go

 

Because it is a season of the disease

There is no cure yet for the disease

 

One by one, everybody goes away

Even if you can you cannot stop the day

Security forces are deployed to keep people at bay

Yet, the cause of the president’s and his men’s death is out now

If you have the power you cannot keep everybody down

The international community is wearing a frown

 

Because it is a season of the disease

There is no cure yet for the disease