Clean

It takes Paul Owen five minutes to die, another thirty to stop bleeding
I know, because I time it
Afterwards, still wearing the bloodied raincoat
I take a cab to Paul's apartment on the Upper East Side
I let myself in with his keys
A plan is taking shape in the folds of my brain,
but where should I send Paul on a business trip?
Rome, Amsterdam, Phoenix.

London!
I'll send the bastard to England!
His answering machine!
My answering machine!
"Hi! This is Paul Owen!"
Hi! This is Paul Owen!

"I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call
but I'm in London for the next two weeks
taking the Fisher account to the next level
If this is something business related
you can reach me at the office at..."

We are sinners
Long-eyed sinners
We are winners
Wasted winner
We are faceless
Perfect faces
We fixed the races
And took our places.

But I'm clean! I've become clean!
The things I've seen, and still I'm clean.

Rise and shine, don't waste time
Head to the terminals, head to the mines
Present yourself as someone who knows in which direction capital flows
Make it happen, make it rain, with conjuring and leisure domain
Flash a smile, bear your teeth, they'll never guess what's underneath.