Columbia Records Pressing Plant (Terre Haute) - Midnight Log lyrics

Working for the devil you'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him down among the racks You don't believe in him, but he can wait for you You do his work so fine he'll remember you He'll remember you Worried for my friend as he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him his lips and eyelids black He don't believe my speech that lines can and should be drawn Like if he had a shotgun the barrels would be spawn The barrels would be spawn Swallowed by the river, swollen by the rains That leaking old computer of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river that floods the neighborhood I would call to you but it would do no good But it would do no good Voting for the law that's the general occupation First comes the public safety, second comes the nation You won't believe me now but there's been some illumination The wisest cops have realized they f**ed the operation They fff Cooking up the books a respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations They don't believe in crime, they don't know that it exists But to understand what's right and wrong, the lawyers work in shifts The lawyers work in shifts And speaking of the devil he ain't been seen for years Crept every 20 min he zooms between me ears I don't believe in books, but I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles and reasons to the rhymes Reasons to the rhymes, rhyme [?]