Money-men mill about Monday morning
Another new nothing and never nearer
Assumed at the cost that it's currently costing
I don't dare dig any deeper down
I don't have the head-space

I don't understand all the figures and facts
It'll spin around till I start panic attacking
But there's one curve ball that states my soul
Let me live out life and I'll stay control

Take that away, I'll never get dressed
Money-men milling in Monday morning
I will go speng? or I will raise warning
I'm nothing but me and mine, so

Yeah been gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don't turn it up
I'll return at any hour [bad word] all your law, [bad word] your power

Yeah been gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don't turn it up
I'll return at any hour [bad word] all your law, [bad word] your power

My name's magic and it's mud
I do bad things but I can rob
They don't buy anything, they watch it, see?
For their time is [bad word] 
The gap between art and artist grows
I never know why I ever wrote this prose
I write [bad word] but believe you me
I just never been keen on tasting red miss

But put the orange suit on, shackle my ankles
I couldn't take that, I'd be [bad word] 
Yeah been gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don't turn it up
I'll return at any hour [bad word] all your law, [bad word] your power

I don't promote no violence but
If you all got carted off
Boys will be boys, toys'll get tossed
Bang me up, right and rough
I'm not a people-beater but
If that law gets made up
???

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want

Yeah been gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don't turn it up
I'll return at any hour [bad word] all your law, [bad word] your power

Yeah been gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don't turn it up
I'll return at any hour [bad word] all your law, [bad word] your power