Fill It, Don't Spill It

Cold jimmy three fingers off to work
Robbing and stealing from anyone better
He's always got a place to stay and only his mouth to feed

Constant call for attention
Greed, filth, no humanity
He got a big crowd that loves him he's stolen a thousand times,
Begged for nothing
He's got everything except substance

Walking the dog
Washing the car
Talking to god
It's all a game until they call your name

Electric smiles on a gray suit walking
Sweat on his skin, smooth in his talking
He got a contract to take your hope
Golden pen in his pocket make you pay for the profit
He Flash the cash Dream, he's been fucking from floor to ceiling
Hes ducked a thousand asses he's
Been a million faces
He's the man that makes the world go round

Doubt is the gout and it grows within your mind
Doubt you will find is a fine Venetian wine

Patiently waiting for something to eat
Itching and scratching the soles of your feet
You've taken too much now and you lost the attention
Can't do nothing now to get that affection
It's too late, you can't escape
The world writes all your songs
On the street in your morning best
Scratching red lesions, talking real loud ain't making so sense