Sleaze liars and thieves
It’s a disease

You like being lied to
It makes you feel secure
Who wants to face the truth?
You’re happy in the squalor 
Of your simple life
To complain is so uncouth

They see you with your head
Buried in the sand
They know they’ve got you
You let them trap you
In a financial mire
Take it all is what they’re gonna do