Working for the devil, you'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him down among the racks You don't believe in him, but he can wait for you You do his work so fine he'll remember you He'll remember you Worried for my friend as he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him, his lips and eyelids black He don't believe my speech that lines can and should be drawn Like if he had a shotgun the barrels would be sawn The barrels would be sawn Swallowed by the river, swollen by the rains That leaking old computer of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river that floods the neighborhood I would call to you but it would do no good 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 They fff... 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 The lawyers work in shifts And speaking of the devil, he ain't been seen for years 'Cept every twenty minutes he zooms between me ears I don't believe in books, but I read them all the time For ciphers to the riddles and reasons to the rhymes Reasons to the rhymes