Fugazi - Two Beats Off | Текст песни

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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