business

lookin' out the small window watchin' people stumble down the sidewalk so slow

their voices are so raspy comin' from a fire door filled up with smoke

a man in the alley way with a switchblade and no good intentions

but that's the business

that's the business

there's a devil deep down on music row just shakin' a bunch of hands and probably 'neath the fold

he knows that you got that smile and he just wants your soul

another pure heart of gold

he's turning icy cold

stringin' you up as a puppet

takin' your name like it's nothin'

but man don't you love it

you might as well jump in that casket and shut it

but man ain't you buzzin'

they asking for pictures in public

so pose for the gram and just shut it

then roll up all your tinted windows

lock the doors

and keep on truckin' motherfucker

lookin' out the small window watchin' people stumble down the sidewalk so slow

their voices are so raspy comin' from a fire door filled up with smoke

a man in the alley way with a switchblade and no good intentions

but that's the business

that's the business

yeah

uh

mr. jones

campfire cologne

we lovin' the songs

you're writing's strong

sign on the line

sit by the phone

we'll tell you to leave

when to go home

we'll give you a loan

sometime or another

won't be enough for your kids or your mother

just go cook a pie

we'll give you a slice

keep ninety percent

pretend that we're nice

pay you every twelve months

maybe twice

we won't buy a car

atleast not for you

i'm drivin' a german

i think i need two

paid off with money we made off of you

and now you want millions and think that you earned it

but we pay the lawyer that means we deserve it

if you a workin' man then why don't you get to work

and you want royalty boy you ain't prince

shoulda read the fine print

you been screwed ever since

it's just business