Working for the devil

You'll have to pay his tax

That means going to see him

Down among the racks

You do his work so fine

He'll remember you



Worried for my friend

As he shows me round the flat

Where i don't wanna find him

His lips an' eyelids black

He don't believe my speech

That lines can and should be drawn

Lke if he had a shotgun

The barrels would be sawn



Swallowed by the river

Swollen by the rains

That leakin' ol' computer

Of fingerprints and names

Swimming in the river

That floods the neighborhood

I would call to you

But it would do no good



Voting for the law

That's the general occupation

First comes the public safety

Second comes the nation

You won't believe me now

But there's been some illumination

The wisest cops have realized

They fucked the operation



Cooking up the books

A respected occupation

The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations

They don't believe in crime

They don't know that it exists

But to understand

What's right and wrong

The lawyers work in shifts



'n speaking of the devil

He ain't been seen for years

'cept every 20 mins

He zooms between me ears

I don't believe in books

But i read all the time

For ciphers to the riddles

An' reasons to the rhymes