when that old devil wolf comes prowling round your door
you can bet yoru bottom dollar
theres plenty trouble deep in store
with poison treats and promises
you know that he cant keep
he'll sell a path of lies to you
to knock you off your feet
that road leads nowhere but to chains of dark defeat
from the hands of fools and lunatics
but whose powers cant be beat
that evils in the pay of state
who'll lead you blind till its too late
and when ther ways do take there toll
look back and see the years they stole