Mr. Buttons

He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign PC’s
At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen
Looking good Mr Buttons, so you should Mr Buttons
He don’t have respect for authority, makes shadows in a rich man’s world
Back doors are always available, no one ever gets hurt or killed
Just a game Mr Buttons, feel no shame Mr Buttons
Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money’s
gone
Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
A surfing Highwayman making out the best he can
Watch your back Mr Buttons, on your tracks Mr Buttons
Watch your tail Mr Buttons, on your trail Mr Buttons
He went down state Penitentiary, locked him up threw away the key
In time they gave him the Library, access to the new PC…
Back on line Mr Buttons, doing fine Mr Buttons
Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money’s
gone
Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
Holding up the Planet, a surfing Highwayman, moving money how he can
That’s Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons
Holding up the Planet, a surfing Highwayman, moving money just for fun
Oh Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons