War From A Harlots Mouth - What Happens In The District... (Paper Agents) lyrics

The new economy curs They are barking again Their chants are ringing out Above the city's rooves As they cross my way Looking for a vent I will bring them down With my bare hands This is the oldest brood Clawing its way through Armed with brief-cases Dressed in tuxedo suits Welcome to the jungle This is what I've become Note down my words: I don't owe sh** to anyone! This is the oldest brood Clawing its way through Armed with brief-cases Dressed in tuxedo suits