I cut my nails to the quick    But still i was caught with my hand in the till    Red-handed.    Give me something,    Give me anything    The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all    Fingers reaching, trophy swelling    That's when desire trips me up.    Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall.    Privilege - it sanctions everything.    Security - a net under it all.    My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling    That's when desire trips me up.    I cut my nails to the quick    But still I was caught with my hand in the till.    Red-handed