Working for the devilYou'll have to pay his taxThat means going to see himDown among the racksYou don't believe in
himbut he can wait for you.You do his work so fineHe'll remember youWorried for my friendAs he shows me round the flatWh
ere I don't wanna find himHis lips an' eyelids blackHe don't believe my speechThat lines can and should be drawnLke if he h
ad a shotgunThe barrels would be sawnSwallowed by the riverSwollen by the rainsThat leakin' ol' computerOf fingerprints a
nd namesSwimming in the riverThat floods the neighborhoodI would call to youBut it would do no goodVoting for the lawTha
t's the general occupationFirst comes the public safetySecond comes the nationYou won't believe me nowBut there's been some
illuminationThe wisest cops have realizedThey fucked the operationCooking up the booksA respected occupationThe anchor a
nd foundation of multi-corporationsThey don't believe in crimeThey don't know that it existsBut to understandWhat's right a
nd wrongThe lawyers work in shifts'N speaking of the devilHe ain't been seen for years'Cept every 20 minsHe zooms between
me earsI don't believe in booksBut I read all the timeFor ciphers to the riddlesAn' reasons to the rhymes