PROFESSIONALS.

"What brought together the blue and the white collars?

A blowjob and a Pepsi for five dollars

Feed the birds with any old loaf

Let them fly above the oath and chase swallows

I don't seek power

I don't seek pleasure

I'll be your diamond of moral pressure

Unless there's something better

Unless there's something better

Chaos in aisle five

And i don't mean spilt milk

I'm just trying to stay alive and rest upon the silk

Ya know, I ain't floating

But i ain't sinking

There's a drop at every angle of my thinking

I just want some fuckin peace, fuckin sex and fuckin money,

We use fucks for commas

To make everything sad sound fuckin funny

By way of degrees,

They'll fuck every last one of us

Take a bow, drop trou' and gorge

Their chariot draped in the underpants of

St. George

But everything is ok

You are dealing with professionals

A song for every cut

Fix ya situation with our confessionals

For goodness is a given hand

And evil is a foot

What's a boy to do?

What's a boy to say?

You're dealing with professionals

Everything is ok!

Do you only speak for attention?

When you have so much to say?

You're dealing with professionals

Everything is ok!"