The Rich Get Fixed

Everybody knows that the men are loaded
Everybody blows with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war just started
Everybody know that she got tossed
Everybody knows the bitch was nixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get fixed
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the perves are peeking
Everybody knows that the captives cried
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their vacuum or their dog just died
Everybody jacking in their pockets
Everybody wants a box for court dockets
And much better prose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you hunt me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithless
Ah, give or take a soul or two
Everybody knows you've been to sleep
But there were so many dealers you just had to meet
Without your bros
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
We need better prose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
We need better prose
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or whenever
Everybody knows that it's not me it's you
And everybody knows that you live forever
if you run a mile or two.

Everybody knows your shit is rotten
Old Black Ho's done pickin' cotton
For your Bibbets and beaus
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the War is coming
Everybody knows it's looming blast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are something I might experience at last!
Everybody knows the scream is red
But there's gonna be a bounty on your head
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows just who you blew
From the bloody mouth of your enemy
To the bleach and dryer too.
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this fucking art
Before it grows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
We need better prose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
We need better prose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
We need better prose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

(I'm sorry, Mr. Cohen)