Branded a traitor My covers never blown My swiss accounts are building From the secrets I have shown I have one lust for living It thrives upon my green It can't be called blood money For money doesn't bleed
It's high treason
I care not for the outcome I don't bother with the names I'm satisfied to profit For wealth is worth the shame
Everything has its price And I've no need to hide I've been plotting my schemes From the inside.
