Slipping a bail from the thread
Common sense
Printed screams in capital text
Don't call me an honest man
Tactical wigs back uptown
Are spinning their wheels in the sand
I'm shaking off tails and packing bags
Of jade, gold, opal, and Musgrave
Pacing the clip as a test to beat my best
And waiting on hard times,
I'm not
Taking a sip from the well: a nod in jest
It's common sense with all the deals that keep it in check
Milking their weight with seconds to spare,
They'll be staring at their fate through a barrel of lead,
But on hard time
I'm not
Slip off your favourite effects,
Or pick out a funeral dress
Take your appeal to the press,
And remember my face when they ask you to dance
And I'll rain widespread fear in the rest,
Pissing their guilt from the nest,
But waiting on hard times,
I'm not
Because I've been caught before
I've been caught before
I'll be caught before long
I've been caught before,
I've been caught
I'll be caught before long
And I'll rain widespread fear in their chests,
Making a meal of the mess
But waiting on hard times,
I'm not