All things are getting better, so the politicians sayOh sure, they're getting better, as they take our money awayWell, the tax is here and the tax is there, and they call for tax reliefWe'll send a bomb to the prison, but elect ourselves a thiefIt's too late to pray when the devil comes, too late once he's thereSee, I think I see some wolves coming up through your hairNow the country runs on gasoline, its veins are filled with oilBut the man who's gonna bleed to death is the man who works and boilsWell, the price is getting higher, and the wages stay lowYou'll find a poor old working man at the bottom of the toilet floorIt's too late to pray when the devil comes, too late once he's thereSee, I think I see some wolves coming up through your hairNow the leading workers of this country bend over as they pleaseAnd I hope that time's not too late to get down on my kneesCause the devil's in the back room, and the devil's in the hallAnd the devil's been washing through, having himself a ballIt's too late to pray when the devil comes, too late once he's thereSee, I think I see some wolves coming up through your hairIt's too late to pray when the devil comes, too late once he's thereSee, I think I see some wolves coming up through your hair*