The state is my Shepherd, I shall not want;
It makes me lie down in a subsidized house
It leads me into political tranquility;
It restores my faith in a lucrative future.
It leads me into paths of BEE and pensions,
For its international reputations sake
Even though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of corruption
I will fear no scorpions
For the state is with me, its police and troops
It preserves for me a bank account, in the presence
It fills my pockets with allowances, my salary
Surely increments and promotion shall follow
Me, all the days of my life
And I shall dwell in senior staff quarters forever.