Businessman - Snog

The lights are on and you’re not home

The client is on the phone

You sit atop your silver dome

The club you’re in the club of rome

Businessman, businessman

You’re alone with the numbers

They’ll never understand

Businessman, businessman

You make something out of nothing

There’s magic in your hands

Input, output, loss and gain

Red and black

It’s all the same

Smoke and mirrors shift the blame

Remote control is your name

The wheels of steal are cogs of joy

A marching beat for girl or boy

You stand above the sickly crowd

Luciferian there’s no doubt