You keep the books too clean And the hands too full Push a stack of rules on me Then call it fair and cool You smile when the paper bites Like pain is part of the plan But you never stood in this line With a wrench in your hand You want more and more Take the last from their plate Then clap like a saint When the bill rolls late Oh, I see the trick I see the stain Pay up loud Say it to my face Pay up loud For the mess you make Heavy hands Light on shame Pay up loud Call it by name (pay up loud) You charge for the air they breathe Charge for the road they built Charge for a slip, charge for a sigh Then you wash your guilt A fine for the scrape on the door A fine for the crack in the glass You line your pocket with their fear Then ask why they won't last You want more and more Take the last from their plate Then clap like a saint When the bill rolls late Oh, I see the trick I see the stain Pay up loud Say it to my face Pay up loud For the mess you make Heavy hands Light on shame Pay up loud Call it by name (pay up loud) If you want blood from stone Say you want blood from stone Don't dress it up in law Don't hide behind the throne The borrowed time is gone The room has heard enough Now every voice comes up And every debt gets rough Pay up loud Say it to my face Pay up loud For the mess you make Heavy hands Light on shame Pay up loud Call it by name (pay up loud)
