Testo Mink coat Shihad

Mink coat

There's chaos at the table, piggies in the mud
The owners of the company, I think they've had enough
It's what we've all been saying, ain't no mystery
Ashamed we had to learn to live with this insanity

So don't say anything, no
You've got blood on your mink coat
Don't care what you're thinking
It's all part of a sick joke

I'm done with everything my God, I'm done with little men
Who smile and take your money then go home and wash their hands
They talk of power and purity, economy and law
They trade in their humanity to treat you like their whores

So don't say anything, no
You've got blood on your mink coat
Don't care what you're thinking
It's all part of a sick joke
There's blood on your mink coat
You've got blood on your mink coat
There's blood on your mink coat

Just a grifter from the street
Be whatever you have to be
But your mask is falling
And there's nobody underneath
Just a grifter from the street
Be whatever you have to be
But your mask is falling
And there's nothing underneath

So don't say anything, no
You've got blood on your mink coat
Don't care what you're thinking
It's all part of a sick joke
There's blood on your mink coat
You've got blood on your mink coat
There's blood on your mink coat