| London’s always in mid-air |
| It’s only laughing cause it’s scared |
| I was raised with contact sport |
| Hanging off my arm for more |
| Of all that money can buy |
| All those dirty things that you try |
| Maybe once, or maybe twice |
| Like a tape that don’t work right |
| Like knives, they look clean |
| They run and they hide |
| Yeah, clowns and knives |
| It all works just like a dream |
| What does assassination even mean? |
| I just listen when you talk |
| I don’t think it, if you don’t |
| That all that money can buy |
| All those dirty things that we try |
| Maybe once, or maybe twice |
| Like a tape that don’t work right |
| If I could only have you back |
| I’d just watch it all go bad |
| Everything will be alright |
| Because it all ends up clean as knives |