As the flames engulfed his body,
Both in life and death,
The nation stood with his family,
And with them quietly wept.
All part of a macabre certainty,
Ever...
Hanging off the handlebars,
Swerving 'round the curves,
Racing thro' the misty roads,
As on the monsoon rain pours.
Coffee trees and silver oak
Blurring past the eye,
Paddy fields...