Whiskey and Di
Become sixes and fives
Into taxes on memories
And interest on time

Oh, no
Where do we go from here
Up, up, up, up,
Into rooftops soaked through with tears
Everything, everything, everything’s feed

C’mon let’s dine
With a penny in mind
And the raping of wages
From our pocket lines

Oh, no
Where do we go from here
Up, up, up, up,

Into rooftops soaked through with tears
I skim for toll
Everything, everything
I bust and get bold
Everything, everything
I’ve gone for gold
Everything everything’s feed
Nevertheless everything…