A tongue of deception
A laugh of mockery
Dragging their victim down
Until they make him nought.
They've lost their conscience
Blinded by piles of gold
Filthy Lucre they are
Hiding in sheep clothings
On the street they walk around the city
Preaching the message of fairness
Little do they know
A snare awaits them
Behind their smiles is a greed for gain
Ready to consume its victim
Filthy Lucre they are
Hiding in sheep clothings
Good on the outside
Dirty in the inside
Desperate to make wealth
And lucres have they made themselves
Beware of filthy Lucre
Only their gain do they seek