Don't you ever dare try and double cross him again
Don't you know your place With your back to the fence, oh no
He's a wolf in servants clothes
Ain't nobody ever told you that the worth of a man
Is determined by the weapon he holds in his hand, oh no
Well, that's just the way it goes
Civilization's dying We keep being reminded
The rich get fat and scratch each other's backs in the setting sun
Civilization's dying Throw a party to commemorize it
They'll steal the lsat red cent from your bloody hands
When the dealing is done
We'll be buried in debt, even after we're dead
They'll take the shirt off your back, and the sheets from your bed
Our tomb stones all will read, Been repossessed
From the shirt off your back to the sheets on your bed
Don't you ever dare try and double cross him again
Don't you know your place With your back to the fence, oh no
He's a wolf in servants clothes
Ain't nobody ever told you that the worth of a man
Is determined by the weapon he holds in his hand, oh no
Well, that's just the way it goes
Civilization's dying We keep being reminded
The rich get fat and scratch each other's backs in the setting sun
Civilization's dying Throw a party to commemorize it
They'll steal the lsat red cent from your bloody hands
When the dealing is done
We'll be buried in debt, even after we're dead
They'll take the shirt off your back, and the sheets from your bed
Our tomb stones all will read, Been repossessed
From the shirt off your back to the sheets on your bed
Don't you ever dare try and double cross him again
Don't you know your place With your back to the fence, oh no
He's a wolf in servants clothes
Ain't nobody ever told you that the worth of a man
Is determined by the weapon he holds in his hand, oh no
Well, that's just the way it goes
Civilization's dying We keep being reminded
The rich get fat and scratch each other's backs in the setting sun
Civilization's dying Throw a party to commemorize it
They'll steal the lsat red cent from your bloody hands
When the dealing is done
We'll be buried in debt, even after we're dead
They'll take the shirt off your back, and the sheets from your bed
Our tomb stones all will read, Been repossessed
From the shirt off your back to the sheets on your bed