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