Hungry ghosts with their eyes sewn shut, hand out-stretched; gunna take your soul!
Dem belly full yet ever-hunger; living damned say "damn they live" (rightly so, rightly so)
Drown you in papers and letters, summons and late fees and figures
I wanna make with this predication;
all you please take note: I am not afraid of no paper tigers that Babylon send!

Loopholes in the shadows of back-doors, muscle shows up on the front porch;
these jesters of conjecture write new rules at leisure
Demons of trivial, make the meaningful menial
I wanna break with this intonation;
all you please take note: I am not afraid of no paper tigers that Babylon send!

This is your life. The blue copy is mine. The pink copy is yours. The yellow copy is theirs.

They make want more than you want, and then they make you want more! and that is when
they've got you gotten, got it?
I am not afraid not to want any more, I'm gunna break with this incantation; all you please take note.

You come take mah home. I think, "was it ever mine?" They don't give what they can't take.
Lured by the line that you gunn' shelter I and I and mine. I said "Oh mah Lord! Tricky-tricky tricked us out of Paradise!"