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      And speaking of the devil   He ain't been seen for years   'Cept every 20 mins   He zooms between my ears   I don't believe in books   But I read all the time   For ciphers to the riddles   And reasons to the rhymes