Mood Organ - No Transaction

Shaking vibrating to the rhythm of his feet
Slapping on tarmac roads
The plan is long established and well prepared
The seeds have long since been sowed
His pace is slow, his hat pulled low
Upon his beetle brow
Wiggling and jiggling down the street
Gotta catch his dream somehow
Cold steel and a fatal eye
Dead focused on his prize
One last chance to turn around
Closed to all compromise
Wants a reaction
Craves satisfaction
The plan of action
No transaction
Grab it from the counter, shoves it into a bag
And swings it onto his back
Careful on his mission, won't arouse any suspicion
While he's still on the beaten track
Cool confidence is his best friend
It's the key to his getaway
This touch and go mustachio
Might make it out unscathed
Too vain to realise
Dead focused on his prize
Too late, they have him now
No room for compromise
Failed distraction
Facing the sanction
No plan of action
No transaction

Written by:
Ben Stinson, Ev Caulfield, Thom Sweeney

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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