Fugazi
Two Beats Off

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


Mirror lyrics:

Red-handed
But still I was caught with my hand in the till.
I cut my nails to the quick
That's when desire trips me up.
My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling
Security - a net under it all.
Privilege - it sanctions everything.
Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall.
That's when desire trips me up.
Fingers reaching, trophy swelling
The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all
Give me anything
Give me something,
Red-handed.
But still i was caught with my hand in the till
I cut my nails to the quick


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