The Business Man Songtext
von The Taxpayers

God, it never got easy, but it sure got good
when the business man came to my adopted neighborhood.
There was a bird I named Frank,
a palace, a steeple,
and a pile of blankets outside of Trinity Cathedral.
Every weekday morning
he would walk right by
with a three piece suit, new shoes,
and a tie
And this dead face, real hate in his eyes.
In such a devilish way he would materialize.
He was put there to rob
for men like me
and the broken down scoundrels that live on the street.
So I prepared for his initial attack;
I said, "Henry, you gotta watch your own back.
You wanna make it outta here alive,


you gotta learn to improvise."
So there we were:
one morning at dawn,
he appeared at the church with the cold autumn fog,
briefcase in hand, walking towards me.
So I jumped from my blankets
sunk my teeth, right into his ear, ripped it right off.
Blood poured down onto his luxury watch.
And he ran away, I went back to sleep,
and when the cops arrived, man, I was relieved.
I said, "Thank god ya′ll are here.
This bastard in a business suit just tried to rob me.
And you know what? I
think he might have been the fucking devil."
"I think he might have been the devil!"
"Thank god ya'll are here-
(Yelling and shouting incoherently)