the crooks in high places

The crooks in high places

The police never want to go

They can smell the bad

They get the shivering cold

They want to live

In the company of warm relationships

Why rock the cradles?

When they can have the juicy fall?

The public is demanding

The crooks in high places

Let them no escape

They must face the music

The police don't hear

The top officials can't go

They go for the lesser known evils

Publishing out in front pages

But the crooks in high places

Nobody dares to take them down

They enjoy their lives of freedom

As they have power, control and wealth

But the days are closing

The crooks in high places know

They will try a last grab of wealth

Before they will disappear for good

And the police will tail them

Its dignity is at stake

Years of listening obeying orders

It is time to get back respect