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

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 shit to anyone!

This is the oldest brood

Clawing its way through

Armed with brief-cases

Dressed in tuxedo suits