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
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