Everybody picked to be in the loop.
Doing what they're known best at to do.
A playing of the blame game.
Scooping up on others created dirt.
While filthy mud is sticking,
Thick on their shoes.
Yet this to show no shame do they claim.
Tricking to dupe.
And hoodwinking to entertain.
But that dirt,
To dump to do...
Continues to be dumped on themselves.
That dirt,
To dump to do...
Follows behind their footsteps.
Although their accusations made,
Remain the same.
A playing of the blame game.
Although their accusations made,
Remain the same.
A playing of the blame game.
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