War From A Harlots Mouth

"What Happens in the District (Paper Agents)"

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE DISTRICT (PAPER AGENTS) Lyrics by War From A Harlots Mouth
the new economy curs
they are barking again
their chants are ringing out
above the city's rooves
as they cross my way
looking for a vent
i will bring them down
with my bare hands

this is the oldest brood
clawing its way through
armed with brief-cases
dressed in tuxedo suits
welcome to the jungle
this is what i've become
note down my words:
i don't owe s*** to anyone!

this is the oldest brood
clawing its way through
armed with brief-cases
dressed in tuxedo suits
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