Here comes the fatman
That dirty fatman
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
We're all left to understand that
These paper payslips, yeah
These empty payslips
Are violent hits from violent lips
Backhanders from fingertips and all
He plays it safely
But he ain't sure where to start
With roses for Soho sweethearts
And summer trips in the middle of March, now
How would ya face it
If wiseman's words were wasted
On broken hearts, winter laughs
Married men that dress so smart and
And all of you gone
Like all of you came
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
But I don't mind
'Cus like all of ya should
All of ya claim
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
Here comes the fatman
That dirty fatman
As crooked hands shake crooked hands
We're all left to understand that
These paper payslips, yeah
These empty payslips
Are violent hits from violent lips
Backhanders from fingertips and all
And all of you gone
Like all of you came
I'm still waiting on the next time, next time
But I don't mind
'Cus like all of ya should
All of ya claim
You ain't waitin' on the next line, next line, no
Your heart's so cold
It's only a golden smile
That will please your child
And you know
That you'll die alone
You can't take your factories, your tack sheets, your captured cars cars and flatscreens
We're just peasants and thieves
We're just peasants and thieves
We're just peasants and thieves
Out of love, from the devil
And we're just peasants and thieves
We're just peasants and thieves
We're just peasants and thieves
Chasing stars, bound by class, we'll keep you paying for your past, man
