Well I'm an honest man,
So I'll be honest with ya.
I heard you talkin' 'bout me.
I heard you rabble-rousing.
I'd recommend you remember where your bread is buttered.
I'd recommend you think before you speak.
I'm tryna run a business.
This ain't no charity.
So when ya make it, who ya make it for?
Ya make it for me.

You say your hands are hurting,
But you can use 'em can't ya?
And your feet are hurting,
But you can use 'em can't ya?
Now your head's hurting,
Well I don't need ya thinking.
And if your heart's hurting,
Oh who really gives a shit?
I got ya figured out.
I got my fingers in ya.
'Cause when you're sleepin' who ya dreamin' of?
You're dreamin' of me.
And when you're fearin', who ya fearin' of?
You're fearin' of me.
And when ya make it, who ya make it for?
Ya make it for me.

So let's negotiate.
You won't like it much.
Oh I'm a simple man,
I never had a light touch.
I know your home address.
I feed your family.
So when ya make it, who ya make it for?
Ya make it for me.

Ah, know your place.

You wanna organise?
But you like workin', don'tcha?
Get yer mates together?
But you like eatin', don'tcha?
As I pay your wage,
So too I pay your rent.
Insomuch as you exist,
Then it's by my consent.
And as I give you life,
So too I take away.
So when ya prayin', who ya prayin' to?
Ya prayin' to me.

So let's negotiate.
You won't like it much.
Ever the hatchet-man,
I always had a heavy touch.
I'll take your fuckin' home.
I'll take your family.
So when ya make it, who ya make it for?
Ya make it for me.
Ya make it for me.
Ya make it for me.

Oh, know your place.