The crocodiles don't admit mistakes
They will pretend they do it all right
Believing God will provide for their efforts
On selling of their faith in politics
When sin hits their minds
They dare not admit but try to deflect
To others for their weaknesses
As they will say they are correct
In coalition partners
The crocodiles don't handle it well
They play a game to rule and divide
Until ROS slapped them with a letter of deregistration
This woke up the crocodiles
They checked themselves in the mirror
“Are we crawling or walking?”
In their minds they couldn't hide