Mark Mallman - In These Times Of Harsh Economy lyrics

Some people say when dilinger died That the job was inside I feel the same about love and war Sometimes we're divided in threes Wake up with dirt on our knees And wonder what we've been k**ing for In these times of harsh economy A thief is left to heart and soul robbery Something selling the automatic We fire it up and then we have at it It's all between the eyes and the wrist Between the lies and the trist Between the money and were we run Running in the alleys of grade Zero degrees in the shade The odds of this were a billion to none Its easy enough to switch possessions But don't use all your ammunition Once we've been hit we won't be friends again Sometimes blood is the best medicine? I'd wrap up every day Take it off throw it away But tonight it is not truth I'd dare Just risky business all the time Drunk on whisky, drunk on whine One in the chamber and one already in the air