Off the Books

The only way to roll is off the books
 Never really up to any good
 I've been a shoeless cobbler for as long as I remember
 And I'm always having trouble staying put
 Sorry, I'm no longer taking checks
 Pay me bills no larger than a ten
 The less you own, the more you get to hitch a ride and leave
 The longer that you stay, you're just a fading mystery
 And the more they buy, the more you'll sell the junk you'll never need
 So the only way to roll is off the books
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 You see me on the corner in the rain
 Just waiting for the vans to hit the brakes
 You say
 Apprentice is hung over, can you haul a stack of lumber?
 Can you fill the holes before a coat of paint
 I say, I stand knee-deep in shit
 I wish my well upon your lazy kids
 They say
 He's such an able worker, thing or two about the trade
 If only he would stay in one place for more than days
 And earn a wage instead of running 'round and getting paid
 But off the books is easier anyway
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 The only way to roll is off the books
 Can't find you if they don't know where to look
 So I'll say it off the record that I leave without a trace
 Come to think of it, you never even knew my last name
 My history is written on the walls under the paint
 'Cause the only way to roll is off the books
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 There's an army hiding underneath the table
 In solidarity I march along
 You wanna stand around and watch the kettle
 Someone else will gladly take you to your crummy job
 You wanna stand around and watch the kettle
 Someone else will gladly take you to your crummy job
 So the only way to roll is off the books