Two Beats Off - Fugazi

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