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