Lyrics

There's chaos at the table Piggies in the mud The owners of the company I think they've had enough It's what we've all been saying Ain't no mystery Ashamed we had to learn to live with this insanity So don't say anything no You've got blood on your mink coat Don't care what you're thinking It's all part of a sick joke I'm done with everything my God I'm done with little men Who smile and take your money Then go home and wash their hands They talk of power and purity Economy and law They trade in their humanity To treat you like their whores So don't say anything no You've got blood on your mink coat Don't care what you're thinking It's all part of a sick joke There's blood on your mink coat You've got blood on your mink coat There's blood on your mink coat Just a grifter from the street Be whatever you have to be But your mask is falling And there's nobody underneath Just a grifter from the street Be whatever you have to be But your mask is falling And there's nothing underneath