The man in boots

Tick says the clock
The man in boots fears non
He marches as a Goliath, he is
Looking for a prey to come by
He plays the shakara football

My dear, Mr chameleon camouflage
Worst of then and now
Here some year's back, he held himself a changer
But manipulated the preachers of words
He knows not the rights of blood

King Kong of centric
Beating and bleating souls of the streets
To correct my sousaphone, he came
Darkness in light, he loves my beloved and below pains
As a bloody civilian, am nothing but a tool

Flog and frog he knows
The dinosaur who studies formulation's
Science he hopes to attract with my sweet
Sir you have lost your professional conduct and misconducted your tournament
Compare my honour for your Zion

Attention!!!!!!!!
He stood like a log of mushroom
To hear the scared orders
Peaceful destruction he bears in his church
He hears the fire of hell.

He loves the motivations from the songs of war
Enjoying the heritage's of war's
From port to deserts he loves
Running and skipping life's
The man is nothing but a vessel of hell

He loves no tales but talentless he is
No folk's stands his farmstead
No heart, no local love
Only the affection of bullets he Bill's
My most honourable citizen

He is the antecedent of my spirit misfortune
Fashionable by his liberalism styles of hells leadership
Getting waste for west
Lord of machines whips
Change your outfits