Now Hiring
You're rolling in the green right now,
lying naked on a bed of lettuce
Got those nubile maids milking the cash cow,
as you float on tequila dreams,
thinking it's gonna last forever
Money laundering machine
keeps churning out
counterfeit business window dressing
While you sit on your bullet-riddled throne
with a drug kingpin flair
You killed the last man who sat there,
in that blood-red leather chair
Violence consolidated the business,
now everything is in your hands
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of yes servants
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
Who questions a man who sits on a bloody throne
Shop's open is the street song
24/7 traffic all day long
The money flowing in so fast
has to stay off the books
So you're now hiring
the best accountant cooks
You're now hiring
the best laundromat staffing
Those who know how to launder that money clean,
turn it into legit stock holdings
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of silent, head nodding people
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
No one to tell you
all that money laundering
ain't never gonna wash your sins clean
You never hired no one to tell you the truth ---
that your killing days are numbered,
and your soul ain't bulletproof
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