Gainful Employment Lyrics


Thief, beggar, banker, lie

Thief, beggar, banker, die

You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash

Gainful employment but with blood on the cash

Scum of society, a leech in a suit

Rotten to the core with a heart made of stone

The gold in your chest is covered in blood

Sweet cries of desperation, the soundtrack to your pleasure

Thief, beggar, banker, lie

Thief, beggar, banker, die

You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash

Gainful employment but with blood on the cash

From nine to five you abuse rich and poor

Everyone deposits into your pocket involuntarily

Steady payments, the green river flows

But the dirt at the bottom is red

Thief, beggar, banker, lie

Thief, beggar, banker, die

You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash

Gainful employment but with blood on the cash

Thief, beggar, banker, lie

Thief, beggar, banker, die

Thief, beggar, banker, lie

Thief, beggar, banker, die

You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash

Gainful employment but with blood on the cash