[Verse 1]

London’s always in mid-air

It’s only laughing cause it’s scared

I was raised with contact sport

Hanging off my arm for more

[Chorus]

Of all that money can buy

All those dirty things that you try

Maybe once, or maybe twice

Like a tape that don’t work right

Like knives, they look clean

They run and they hide

Yeah, clowns and knives

[Verse 2]

It all works just like a dream

What does assassination even mean?

I just listen when you talk

I don’t think it, if you don’t

[Chorus]

That all that money can buy

All those dirty things that we try

Maybe once, or maybe twice

Like a tape that don’t work right

If I could only have you back

I’d just watch it all go bad

Everything will be alright

Because it all ends up clean as knives