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

You've got blood on your mink coat