Fugazi - Two Beats Off

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

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