Suit and tie, nine to five
I see him walking with a penny in his shoes
He'll sell a lie till the day he dies
And he'll convince you you've got everything to lose
Oh, good lord
You know I'd work for free
But the devil knows that preacher man
Keeps passin' plates at me
Oh, good lord
They won't stop botherin' me
And everybody knows that Uncle Sam
Has got somethin' up his sleeve
I played your game
And fanned the flame
But storms are comin' now
Don't take me for a fool
Hopes and dreams
And crooked schemes
They roll right off your tongue
But they're coming back to you
Ooh when the river's rise
Mm I can see you runnin'
It's such a thin disguise but
He'll wear that smile till the day he dies
Oh, good lord
You know I'd work for free
But the devil knows that preacher man
Keeps passin' plates at me
Oh, good lord
They won't stop botherin' me
And everybody knows, everybody knows
Everybody know, everybody knows