Long time ago
Some ran while some came slow
When politics would tell us
Hey you gotta find new homes
Take these swords and take them out
Or die in the coming rout
Two nations now
You must choose somehow
Crawling through the holes
Expecting some new polls
And making it to Delhi through
Unexpected doors
Here's your card and take that floor
You ought to smile for there's some more
Oh where's your cow?
We'll find it now