Business Is Dead

Set me up with a whiskey

We’re in the red

Leave all the doors closed

Business is dead

The rent man is breathing

Breathing my name

He watches me drive in and drive away

Business is dead

Business is dead

It’s like we’re all sweating

As we’re arriving in hell

The walls falling down

There’s no ceiling left to gel

The tycoon endorsement of the landlord

Brigade

They drain us like laundry

But this dark horse is brave

Your god complex aint helping

Helping us sleep

Landlord coughs on my factory

Wager is bleak

Villian sits at my window

Window till dawn

They want us to rot here

I’d rather be gone

Set me up with a whiskey

We’re in the red

Leave all the doors closed

Business is dead

The boutiques a graveyard

Graveyard in pain

And once we remove you

That will be our day