I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet
So you see--ain't no surprise
In the land of many eyes
That the masters of the get-down--the poor clowns
Can't remember where they bought it
Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why
I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet
So you see--ain't nothin' new
This whole white world's red and blue
It was made in China, man
And Afghanistan's drowning in the bibles
Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why
I don't like what you have
I don't like what you call it
The money trap's got me with my pants down
Shoppin' for a wallet
So you see--ain't no surprise
In the land of many eyes
That the masters of the get-down--the poor clowns
Can't remember where they bought it
Cops and crims, hers and hims
All the guys and the gals in their good disguise
Cops and crims, hungry grins
Those who do and don't know why