Three women, three dogs,
disappeared in the fogs.
Road sloping from the far,
there is no air in the bar.
Red big apple but no knife,
love is absent from the life.
Lonely world and lonely you,
one can wonder who to sue.
Weeping mirrors lost in dark,
dog is now man, should he bark?!
You in prison, mad men three,
make you mad and let you free.
Pockets are turned, inside out,
strikes running but no shout.
Without money, life is cold,
grinning rich man ugly and old.
Never ending greed for gold,
unite, stand, man being sold
