Clash, The

Working for the devil
Youll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks
You do his work so fine
Hell remember you
Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I dont wanna find him
His lips an eyelids black
He dont 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
Thats the general occupction
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You wont believe me now
But theres 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 dont believe in crime
They dont know that it exists
But to understand
Whats right and wrong
The lawyers work in shifts
N speaking of the devil
He aint been seen for years
Cept every 20 mins
He zooms between me ears
I dont believe in books
But I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles
An reasons to the rhymes
[ Midnight Log Lyrics ]