Midnight Log

Working for the devil, you'll have to pay his tax

That means going to see him down among the racks

You don't believe in him, but he can wait for you

You do his work so fine he'll remember you

He'll remember you

Worried for my friend as he shows me round the flat

Where I don't want to find him, his lips and eyelids black

He don't believe my speech that lines can and should be drawn

Like if he had a shotgun the barrels would be sawn

The barrels would be sawn

Swallowed by the river, swollen by the rains

That leaking old computer of fingerprints and names

Swimming in the river that floods the neighborhood

I would call to you but it would do no good

But it would do no good

Voting for the law that's the general occupation

First comes the public safety, second comes the nation

You won't believe me now but there's been some illumination

The wisest cops have realized they fucked the operation

They fff...

Cooking up the books a respected occupation

The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations

They don't believe in crime, they don't know that it exists

But to understand what's right and wrong, the lawyers work in shifts

The lawyers work in shifts

And speaking of the devil, he ain't been seen for years

'Cept every twenty minutes he zooms between me ears

I don't believe in books, but I read them all the time

For ciphers to the riddles and reasons to the rhymes

Reasons to the rhymes