You beg for favour of power
So you can power your way to the top with power
So you can tower over all in power
So all will cower under your power
So all will wonder at your absolute power
Be careful what you beg for
For your wish might just be granted
And granted your wish is granted
You might regret what you begged for
You desire to flower from lower to higher
You aim to be classed among the upper
From rags to class
You yearn to leap from the pit to the hilt
To the pinnacle of the heap
You crave to spring from grass to grace
For a dignified embrace of easy passage
Be careful what you yearn for
For your wish might just be granted
And granted your wish is granted
You might regret what you yearned for
You toil to be transferred from the downtrodden to the upper echelon
You dream to rise from the fringes to be with the princes
You rant from relegation to be promoted to lead the delegation
You supplicate to skip the tail to escalate to be the head
In a hurdle of haste
Be careful what you toil for
For your wish might just be granted
And granted your wish is granted
You might regret what you toiled for
You risk even to be with the bees in the boughs of the trees
Just to scoop all the honey
You mine, and you continue to mine in the gulley
Just to take all the money
You sacrifice the fresh vine for the fine wine
Just to walk the fine line between half-truths and half-lies
You join the conman
Just to learn his cunning plans
You mean to take all of mine
Just to make it all yours
Be careful what you risk for
For your wish might just be granted
And granted your wish is granted
You might regret what you risked for
