Well, the phone?
It ain't rung that much today
And those darker things?
They've had too much to drink and say
There's a phrase the shakers and movers
Like to throw around
Yer either on the way up...
Or on the way down
There are knives you must twist;
There are morals to kiss...goodbye
There are stories you must spin;
All this snake skin to hide.
There's a phrase the shakers and movers...
Like to throw around
Yer either on the way up...
Or on the way down
All these whispers behind closed doors;
All this ink dryin' on the page
All these principles to compromise;
All these promises to break
There's a phrase the shakers and movers...
Like to throw around
Yer either on the way up...
Or on the way down
Once my conscience was my sweetheart...
Hell, it was all over town
I told I'd marry her in a heartbeat...
If she'd put the weapon down
But there are hard ladders to climb;
There are soft hearts to resist
There are souls to be traded;
And so many a**es to kiss
There's a phrase the shakers and movers...
Like to throw around
Yer either on the way up...
Or on the way down