Callin’ all agents, the seven have split Villains and vagrants, are killin’ our conscience Call it contagious, the shutters’ll click Fillin’ up pages, and give ‘em the opposite
Yeah yeah
Cross off the basics, a cut and a stitch Trial by patience — admitted — cause I’ve got, Common frustration a seminal shift Piles of papers are hidden in offices
Someone’s gotta’ tow the line Someone’s gotta’ make it right Someone’s gotta’ throw the fight Someone’s gotta take it You gotta’ fake it
Call it amazin’, we’re gonna’ get it rich Figures and failing are given up partly Settle our savings, a seventies schtick
Someone’s gonna’ tow the line Someone’s gonna’ make it right Someone’s gonna’ throw the fight Someone’s gonna take it Not gonna’ take it