Would you like to be filthy rich, enter politics
Contracts here, downward undercover deals
You name it, riches lots of it can be made
Projects with special names exist
Inflated costs of materials, neat
Pocket the bribe, all that green
It's easy to be lost in grace
If the sting of politics will hit
You eyes, you mind will bleed
So much opportunity to be caught
So much chance for Satan to gloat
To snag you of his tentacles so close
If you are weak and full of greed
If your heart is dark and filled with hate
Then you've dug your very own grave
For your life on earth is timed
Would it be better to live divine
So that in God's eyes you'll forever shine
That He can call you as His own
For you've lived your life adorned
With goodness full of glory and with high honor...
