Two Beats Off

Fugazi

I cut my nails to the quick

But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed

Give me something, give me anything

The threat of everything is when it becomes Nothing at all

Fingers reaching, trophy swelling

That's when desire trips me up...

Got a new technique

Money let's the pieces fit where they fall

Privilege -- it sanctions everything

Security -- a net under it all

My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling

That's when desire trips me up

I cut my nails to the quick

But still I was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed