Khokhale hai insaan jo jhute wadein karte hai
Maksad milne ke badle matlab mann yeh rakhte hai
Ha yeh waqt hai... Jab beta papa ka gala hai katata
Aur paise ke nashe main dhundh apna parivaar batata
Ha yeh haad se, lage khash se
Jab baatein nikale hai haath se
Apne nikale kuch saap se...
Chute kal jo ha saath the
Matalb ki duniya bas... Matlab se naata rakh
Lage pyaar tu karne saapon se... denge tujhko wo dusss...
Sab takht bhakt... bewaqt rakt...
Lage mast vakt... jab hast sakht
Janta samastya... narbaksha grast
Neta wo bhrast... dhan karte nashta
Sab khote hai... Jhute yeh rote hai
Aansu inke paani... Yeh bin pendi ke laute hai
Ha sabke mokhotein do... ayeee
Dete hai chote wo... Ayeee
Baaho main leke
Kal ko... Lipte the rote jo... ayee
Karle bharosa... Dede tu mauka... Na hai rauka
Jinse umeedein... ayeee... milta unse hi dhokkaa
Paisa ha pyaar se
Pyaar parivar se
Hota hai badhkar... yeh kapti sansar main
Huhhhh...
Yeh kapti sansarr main
Om hum phat swahhhh!
Na hoti hai jebein, jalate kafan main
Tu rakhna yeh baatein meri jehan main
Har bhaasha jaat ha hoti dafan yeh
Tu chode jab bhi yeh dhalta chaman hai
Bas rehti hai teri yaadein
Na ho acchi toh bhula dein...
Tu karta hi kyu jo rab khilaaf hai
Karma ke darr pe na koi maaf hai
Ahankaar ki jalti... mann main aag hai
Yeh bimari hai aiesi jo na ilaaj hai
Yaha koi na jiske karm saaf hai
Tu jhake jo tere bhi dil main daag hai
Matlab na ho toh iraade napak hai
Madat ke har vakt main pehna hijaab hai
Yeh gaana na, unko yeh paina jawab hai
Maukhotein ke piche jo bante janaaab haii...