Where the corrupt and the criminal hold their heads high and roam free Where the mighty cock a snook at the nation's law Where rapists, kidnappers, murderers become ministers with ease And wallowing in sleaze. Move lordly in their sphere In shiny limos With angry red beacons flashing fear That all can see The poor citizen, the wretched voters, the common man cowers In dread of the guilty with awe Where what is dead and buried and scataphagus is extolled And sung in song In such a country, O Lord! to die one must live For how long