Fucking up their plans
Put your middle finger to the man
We're covert, trying to figure out these crazy days
While they're plotting out our movements in shady ways
I heard money talks, get it if you can
It's full force on a cause, fucking up their plans
We're covert underground guerrilla militia
Prohibition cash flow, we triple the figure
I heard money talks, get it if you can
With your middle finger to the man
They want us all on lockdown, locked up and lock-jawed
Edging closer to that drop off the top floor
They watch, scrutinise my moves out their camera angles
Laughing while I finger at this noose in which a man's entangled
And every step's a stone's throw from the gallows
I'm cold to the marrow, throwing quotes from the shadows
It's a hell of a rabbit hole, it winds and it's narrow
You can call me many things but don't call me paro
As I figure how to cover my tracks now that I'm older
Slipping through the government cracks, the rebel soldier
Steady sipping out some nondescript flask, I'm seldom sober
Broadcasting out of the lab until it's over
It's a cold night out, boppers'll keep your wits about
And getting closer to a blizzard now
How we're trapped up in the system even though it's in its last days
Trying to spread a message so I scribble on a vast page
Painstaking, we at the forefront gunning
Butterflies deep in the cut, we touch nothing
Stay covert, black ops, mist clouds the senses
Mind's eye, rooting escapes, powers we blessed with
Be certain traps, but we're conditioned to believe in
Money is the sure-fire path to life's freedom
Money is the tree, the fruit fall, we eat from
Money is the root to our demise yet we need it
Or do we really? But who am I to question
They're telling us to never stand out, to pay attention
Be another face in the crowd, not to mention
That we're living life, eyes wide shut, crowd of dead men
The ice man cometh, bisect the monolith
Revolution is the old man's bed, fuck a college kid
Clones of the archetypal, progress is hindered
Personal gain, one foot in the grave, Lord forgive us
Vultures circling the trophy
Let's lock down the currency, Merkel and Sarkozy
Murder in the first degree, nothing cosy
They all fall down, a pocketful of posies
Oppose me? Nah I'm a general, salute me
The truth be, nothing but the truth absolutely
You ain't really real, you're more like a movie
I'm hoodish, I broadcast documentary footage
My goodness gracious, monopolise the papers
Next thing they're toppling the skyscrapers
Triple darkness, double agents
Single currency, the hand of globalisation
They got the kids in training, goldeneye
It's like Tinker Tailor, soldier spy
We're trying to trace the call, hold the line
They're all watching the clock but they don't know the time
We're covert, trying to figure out these crazy days
While they're plotting out our movements in shady ways
I heard money talks, get it if you can
It's full force on a cause, fucking up their plans
We're covert underground guerrilla militia
Prohibition cash flow, we triple the figure
I heard money talks, get it if you can
With your middle finger to the man
Fucking up their plans
Put your middle finger to the man
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