Walking on a path of perdition I see the smokestacks in my periphery Huffing all the time, spewing the residue of the working class' faith in democracy Church house, children on that banknote Attracting folk with give me some money, lordy Three-piece snack is riding on a three-minute song with that horse hat Selling out by the subwoofers by bumping, hollering, but I'm hungry Want freedom, but I don't know how to eat that cake, because I'm Under the spell of the handoff, under the spell of the handoff I adore the golden cash, yeah, I go for treason that will increase my pay, because I'm Under the spell of the handoff, under the spell of the handoff Give me my share, please, man Twenty-five years to life, the new degree, new occupation Senses can't quantify the desperation ailing the hungry and the beaten All across the dreamy USA, the ball is under the spell of the handoff Under the spell of the handoff Give me my share, oh lord, give me my share Share I heard the pleasing cries, give me a voice, give me my mind back Give me the floor, give me some room, no, gotta take it Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it I heard the pleasing cries, make me the choice, let me in the cast Give my poor son and daughter a pass, you gotta take it, gotta take it Sometimes you gotta ask yourself, what am I feeding on? What am I stepping in? What am I giving up, giving up now? What am I depending on? What do I represent here? What am I thinking of now? Under the spell of the handoff Under the spell of the handoff Under the spell of the handoff I adore the gold in cash, I go for treason If that will increase my pay because I'm under Under the spell of the handoff I'm under the spell of the handoff Oh, I'm hungry for freedom, if that will Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Under the spell of the handoff Gimme, gimme, gimme Under the spell of the handoff And I'm gone www.mooji.org