In the Red/In the Black

Is it fresh
Table for four?
Exactly when do you foresee that only you and me
Can maybe go and score
Where do you cop?
I tongue my gums and lick my chops
Give me the cream that's on the top

And I think that I deserve a little treat
All this stress is hard to beat
Without a few choice cuts of meat
Heat up the grill - I need a batch
The chase ain’t better than the catch
So crack the top, and when it's off, let's rock
Light up a match

I’m in the red
I'm in the black

I'm in the red
Until I'm dead

And fuck their tax
And fuck the rent I'll make sure it's good and spent
And it won't even put a dent in our haul
Don't try to stall
’Cause they don’t know
Exactly what we did or how or what or who we had to blow
Monsieur Gekko
I call your bluff, you're not so tough
My lawyer’s good, let's have a go, I'd like to
Take all of your stuff

I'm in the red
I’m in the black

I'm in the black
So give it back