There was a young man from Bombay,
Who knew many secrets they say,
His lips were sewn tight,
So try as he might,
He couldn't give the game away !

Secret places,
Hidden faces,
Spinning you a line,
Time after time.

Kicking down doors,
Starting wars,
Sending men to die
All for a lie.

Playing with your mind,
Keeping you blind,
Abusing your trust,
It's power that they lust.

They claim that they are right,
It's terror that they fight,
But they lead from the rear,
Is it death that they fear ?

Petty minded bureaucrats,
Sitting safely at the back,
Stirring things along,
Singing the same song.

Hiding the evidence,
Never giving you a chance,
Covering their tracks,
No going back.

They pay no bill,
For the men they kill,
But there's a price to pay
For the men they slay.

It isn't their loss
So they couldn't give a toss,
The cost is faced by you,
For all the men they slew.

Secret desires
Passionate fires
Dragged to the floor
Hungry for more

Legs spread wide
Molten inside
Buried to the hilt
Going full tilt

Juices flowing
Faces glowing
Insiduous heat
Increasing the beat

The final rush
Faces flush
Screams fade away
Clothes back to stay