Blockhead - Lucre lyrics

[Hook] They say god remakes the world every day But the amount of good and evil/he never change It's said that you pay for what you do But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new I often hear hard work is it's own reward And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor I take that like a kiss from a who*e I take that like a kiss from a who*e High concepts written in a cold sweat Fever high like the price of gold get Or high capacity clips from the grandfathered Tec What you expect with a black president-elect? Warned em Fire Next Time but they f**ing slept Yet I still felt bad when your mothers wept Existentialist questions Like Blood or Crip? Seats catcher's mitt soft in the gutta whip Petit bourgeoisie hold power/bu*ter grip Clandestine meeting/foreign government Money up front/signed over the publishing Whisky neat/cigars blunt/we talked circles Oak paneled study Discussin' how and when to murk you [Hook] He's a vet with no stripes who changed sides twice to save his life Still got spotted, pulled out the crowd and shot twice Women avert their sight Stray dogs lingered as the body lay in the street till night Illustrating the might of snapping the right finger Change in pitch/expression on face/a brief gesture That holds weight like a snitch at the bottom of a cold lake Anwar Sadat d**h parade Warm coke sipped in the shade/he dreams of the day Women guard him like Quaddafi Bedouin tents Amazons in epaulettes/Tunisian property Mom used to say “if you're going to do it, do it properly” Everything must go is how the sign translate Approximately 300 K in the suitcase/give or take/the price of Monopoly Utilities and railroads in Baltic States/We made a mockery Of all you held dear/from Good Hope to Cape Fear Manilla envelopes/Anglo-American De Beers For he's a jolly good fellow/ Three cheers [Hook]