I cut my nails to the quick 

But still i was caught with my hand in the till 

Red-handed. 

Give me something, 

Give me anything 

The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all 

Fingers reaching, trophy swelling 

That's when desire trips me up. 

Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall. 

Privilege - it sanctions everything. 

Security - a net under it all. 

My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling 

That's when desire trips me up. 

I cut my nails to the quick 

But still I was caught with my hand in the till. 

Red-handed