the lights will dim and jail will call

 

The fish rots in the head

The smell can travel far

Now every crook in politics

Trying his best to stay clean

But will it help?

The loot in the hands

The smell of it too

How to hide?

The opulent living

Every sign shows

The income earned in pay

A person can't live like that

Living in crazy rich

By the bad ways to enrich

The deck of cards will fall

The lights will dim and jail will call

The fish rots in the head

Going through the wrong way

Nothing will save in the end

The law will catch up