Each initiative imprudent
Every action, adverse
And each time, worse and worse
There's faith that it will go
unnoticed
For as much as faith is worth
But it's that belief in his stealth
That is his self-made curse
And whilst it's fun for the while
It won't quench his thirst
And whilst it's fun for the moment
It won't half the search
Each initiative imprudent
Every action, adverse
And it's that confidence that he will
'get away with it'
That seals his self-made curse
