By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I recall her last words very well
That is, before she went in there
They were, "money sealed"
And that was it; so we left it at that
No key, no clue, no hint
As the giant iron gate closed with a bang.
Today we`re in hell
No one is able to decipher the code, not here
So how will its contents ever be revealed?
Yet we have paid the VAT
And sent them some old films by Clint
So, were we so badly treated because of our rang?