What Happens In The District... (Paper Agents)

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