kari jo humne jara si chori, mili jail me chakki
badi dakaiti kare koi to kursi hai pakki
tamasha dekho zamana dekho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
tamasha dekho, ho
zamana dekho, ho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki

aaj jo sahukaar bane hai
aaj jo sahukaar bane hai
kal the bhikhari
ye daulat sari kahan se mari
kaho ye business hai ya lut
lut hai ji lut hai ji lut
are seth mahajan aur baniyo ki
are seth mahajan aur baniyo ki
sab na le dori kare hai chori munafakhori
kaho main sach bola ya jhuth
bolo bhai bolo
bes bolochho
dada thik bolochho
to phir
tamasha dekho zamana dekho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki

deen dharm ka shor machakar
are deen dharm ka shor machakar
banta hai jo neta
jo chakkar deta hai jo vote leta hai
jo bakta ho anaap shnaap
ha nafrat ki jawala dahka kar
are nafrat ki jawala dahka kar
karta jo dhandha
garaj ka banda
jo khata chanda
kaho kya kam hai uska paap
bol paape bol
ae to choran ka bhi baap
ae to thagan ka bhi baap
to tamasha dekho, dekho
zamana dekho, dekho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki

ret mile ciment se jiske
are ret mile ciment se jiske
pul kai tute
jo jag ko lute
banaye bill jhute
kaho wo paaji hai ya nek
paji, beimaan, gaddar
are kaale bhav dava jo beche
akal ka kohlu
kaale bhav dava jo beche
chhoti se chhoti so wo bhi khoti
wo gardan moti
nahi kya kaatil number ek
bol vdi bol
vdi thik kahyothe
to to to to to
tamasha dekho, dekho
zamana dekho, dekho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki
tamasha dekho
zamana dekho
ye duniya teri na meri
mote choro ki

A petty theft, a prison cell's grind,
For grand larceny, a throne you find.
Behold the spectacle, the world's stage,
Yours not, mine not, this thieving age.
The fat thieves' show, observe and see,
Yours not, mine not, eternally.

The merchants of today, beggars of the past,
Where did this fortune, this wealth, amassed?
Is it business, or a plunder's decree?
A looting, yes, a looting we see!
The merchant, the banker, the tradesman's greed,
They all steal, they all plant the seed.
Did I speak truth, or did I lie?
Speak your mind, brothers, tell me why.
So watch the show, the world's display,
Yours not, mine not, the thieves hold sway,
Yours not, mine not, the fat thieves' way.

With cries of faith, a clamorous sound,
The politician rises, votes abound.
He spews his words, a daily stream,
Igniting hatred, a burning gleam.
He profits from the fiery blaze,
He feasts on donations, in a daze.
Is his sin less, his burden light?
He's the father of thieves, in plainest sight.
He's the father of thugs, in a twisted fight.
So witness the play, the world's design,
Yours not, mine not, the thieves entwine.

The bridges built with sand and lies,
That crumble, leaving the world with cries,
They loot the world, they build the false,
Are they villains, or angels, at what cost?
They sell the drugs at black market's price,
With intellect, they twist the vice,
The smallest things, they taint and make them cheap,
They are the murderers with the thick necks,
Is he the number one killer, tell me!
So watch the show, the world's display,
Yours not, mine not, the thieves hold sway,
Yours not, mine not, the fat thieves' way.
Behold the spectacle, the world's stage,
Yours not, mine not, this thieving age.