Midnight Log - Remastered

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
 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