Lletres: Stewart Copeland. Ritch In A Ditch.

I have to fake it when I deal with the system
My bills are on time but my pay always late
I work for myself I won't work for no one else
If I worked in a ditch I'd be rich
I would not make it
If I couldn't fake it
It ain't no treason
Just to look for freedom
I want some money of my own
I gotta bring my work home
In a bus on the street
On the beat in the heat
I gotta fake with the law
I gotta look like a pawn

So I cook up a nook and look great
As a straight
I would not make it
If I couldn't fake it
It ain't no treason
Just to look for freedom
I wanna be rich
I don't wanna work in a ditch
I wanna be rich
I don't wanna work in a ditch