Movers And Shakers

The sound of the streetsweeper's a noise I used to hear back when I was unemployed On and on and off again Like a slave when to stop and where to begin Beatin' up my bones for the suited man Labrynth of confusion left back where I began But when I grow rich says the bells of shoreditch In the place where there's no darkness... You ladders and your calculators lead to nowhere Your pocket planners guilt trips and fakers I can't lie to you movers and you shakers It's a shame I can't be more like you The sun is out, but it's butt a*s cold And every propane canister has been already sold The lines are getting longer cheap perfume is ever stronger Would think about my future but I don't think that they'd bother LBPD, yeah, you'd better get some tanks Investigating themselves for missing shotguns and shanks Street walking, shut up talking, coffee shop stop, s*cker You ladders and your calculators lead to nowhere Your pocket planners guilt trips and fakers I can't lie to you movers and you shakers It's a shame I can't be more like you