It takes Paul Owen five minutes to die
Another thirty to stop bleeding
I know because I time it
Afterwards, still wearing the bloody 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
“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, (fade out) which will start at...”
We are sinners, modern sinners
We are winners, wasted winners
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
Still I’m clean
Rise and shine, don’t waste time
Head to your terminals, head to the mines
Presents yourself as someone who knows
In which direction capital flows
Make it happen, make it rain
With conjuring and legerdemain
Flash your smile, bare your teeth
They’ll never guess what’s underneath