I cut my nails to the quick

But still i was caught with my hand in the till

Red-handed.

Give me something,

Give me anything

The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all

Fingers reaching, trophy swelling

That's when desire trips me up.

Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall.

Privilege - it sanctions everything.

Security - a net under it all.

My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling

That's when desire trips me up.

I cut my nails to the quick

But still I was caught with my hand in the till.

Red-handed