G. O. V. - The Strypes

I represent

The best of the bent

My life is just one travel expense

Don’t ask for help

Don’t ask what I’ve spent

My current account is only a dent

Land of the green, gold and white assets

Your green and gold sits under my mattress

The white’s upstairs in the marrow casket

But it goes to the stomach and the suit don’t mask it

Payrolls and lost souls baby check me out

I’m in control and there ain’t no doubt

I got you in a choke hold an you’re heading south

But is it my fault?

In the R. E. D.

With the A. I. B.

But the brown envelopes

Look after me

Even after 3

They’ll extend the O. D.

Till I O. D.

For the whole country

So come all without you

Come all with sin

I’m dealing the Bob

I’m the Mighty Quinn

If the books could kill I’d be quids in

And you can’t stop it

No you can’t win

Payrolls and lost souls baby check me out

I’m in control and there ain’t no doubt

I got you in a choke hold an you’re heading south

But is it my fault?

But you can’t deny

The books don’t lie

The tiger was out

But you didn’t try

To crack the whip

To grab the leash

I just had the shotgun

And slayed the beast

Payrolls and lost souls baby check me out

I’m in control and there ain’t no doubt

I got you in a choke hold an you’re heading south

But is it my fault…