Amulet B

Slipping a bail from the thread:

Common sense

Printed screams in capital text

Don't call me an honest man

Tactical wigs back uptown

Are spinning their wheels in the sand

I'm shaking off tails and packing bags

Of jade, gold, opal, and musgravite

Pacing the clip as a test to beat my best

And waiting on hard times,

I'm not

Taking a sip from the well: a nod in jest

It's common sense with all the deals that keep it in check

Milking their weight with seconds to spare,

They'll be staring at their fate through a barrel of lead,

But on hard time

I'm not

Slip off your favourite effects,

Or pick out a funeral dress

Take your appeal to the press,

And remember my face when they ask you to dance

And I'll rain wide spread fear in the rest,

Pissing their guilt from the nest,

But waiting on hard times,

I'm not

Because I've been caught before

I've been caught before

I'll be caught before long

I've been caught before,

I've been caught

I'll be caught before long

And I'll rain wide spread fear in their chests,

Making a meal of the mess

But waiting on hard times,

I'm not