You've got your paper and your gun It keeps you always on the run It keeps you running all the night It keeps you looking for a fight
You've got the big man on your side To all your sins you do confide It keeps you sleeping through the night It gives you somewhere safe to hide.
You've been breaking promises like breaking bread Cutting down your friends so you can get ahead And I thought I gave enough away for free, but who would believe me?
You've got an army by your side To over which you do preside They keep you moving up the ranks You keep them walking toward the planks
I've got a lump inside my throat I'll keep my hands inside my coat I'd love to wring them round your neck You don't deserve a thing you get