My palace is golden, the columns all shine. My feasts are orgies of good food and wine.
My country ignores human rights all the time. My people have nothing, but htis palace is mine.
My people, they love me. It is shown every day. They will not complain because we watch what they say.
I thrive on injustice, I inflict as I may. The people they love me, and I'm here to stay.
Pipelines run out in all directions,
due to my incredible corporate connections.
People. My people they love me. They parade in my honour.
Their lives will be spared. I fear no revolution, because they would never dare.
The country is in ruins while I'm getting rich. My right hand man is a son of a bitch.
He monitors my subjects with a watchful eye. Speak out against me and you surely will die.
Children die of thirst while I swin in pools. Westerners send money justo to prove they have souls.
The money is collected by thugs at the docks. They bring it all to me and add it to my stock.
