[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
strumming,
slow
steady
bass
pulse)
Oh,
the
sun
is
setting
on
the
golden
square
The
wind
is
whispering
a
story
of
despair
Listen
close
to
the
rhythm
of
the
grief
In
the
land
where
the
people
seek
relief
The
children
of
the
party
walk
with
heavy
pride
But
there’
s
a
hollow
secret
that
they
try
to
hide
Like
a
spoiled
child
reaching
for
a
golden
toy
They
steal
the
laughter
and
they
break
the
joy
If
you
stand
your
ground
and
look
them
in
the
eye
They
turn
to
bitterness
and
start
to
cry
It’
s
a
fragile
house
built
on
shifting
sand
While
the
common
worker
tries
to
understand
Oh,
the
New
Patriotic
Party,
caught
in
the
rain
They
bring
the
sorrow
and
they
bring
the
pain
They
insult
the
neighbor,
they
mock
the
poor
But
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door
Yes,
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door
Look
back
to
the
days,
nineteen
ninety-two
When
the
spirits
were
high
and
the
vision
was
true
JJ
Rawlings
walked,
the
GIMAKPRA
lead
Planting
the
seeds
for
a
different
breed
But
these
ones
now,
they
don’
t
know
the
cost
They
count
the
gains
but
forget
what
is
lost
They
demand
the
crown
with
a
childish
hand
While
silence
covers
all
across
the
land
Oh,
the
New
Patriotic
Party,
caught
in
the
rain
They
bring
the
sorrow
and
they
bring
the
pain
They
insult
the
neighbor,
they
mock
the
poor
But
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door
Yes,
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door
It’
s
the
cycle
of
the
power,
it’
s
the
turning
of
the
page
When
the
actors
are
tired
on
a
rusted
stage
They
throw
their
stones
and
they
hide
their
hands
Ignoring
the
shadows
that
cross
the
sands
It’
s
a
heavy
heart
that
watches
the
decline
Waiting
for
the
sun
and
the
truth
to
align
Don’
t
let
the
noise
define
the
life
you
lead
Don’
t
let
the
greed
suppress
the
simple
need
They
want
your
silence
while
they
take
their
fill
And
keep
the
mountain
path
forever
still
But
truth
has
a
way
of
finding
the
light
Even
in
the
middle
of
a
lonely
night
So
keep
your
spirit,
let
your
conscience
clear
The
history
books
will
make
it
all
appear
Oh,
the
New
Patriotic
Party,
caught
in
the
rain
They
bring
the
sorrow
and
they
bring
the
pain
They
insult
the
neighbor,
they
mock
the
poor
But
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door
Yes,
they
weep
like
babies
at
the
office
door (
Music
slowly
fades)
Weep
like
babies...
just
like
babies...
The
sun
is
setting...
And
the
people
are
waiting...
Waiting
for
the
truth
to
rise.