Last Monday night Came across a brother from the other side Made his name by running around For the honor and fame Seemed to know the scene Says his cousin's Alexander McQueen And to take good note of the following Words he proclaimed He said, information's power of the highest degree It's got me where I wanted to be and When I asked how, he told me Wherever they go, whenever the times get wild There's always the few that leave the dirt in the mixer Nowhere to hide, questions are building, times not on their side They pick up the phone and talk to the fixer And that's just how it is Anywhere he'll roam He'll get round on his favor's owed And the ones who owe him They'll not ask a thing Got in trouble once But had some dirt on some V. I Nonce's Of pictures of pals of their tackle he threatened to sing It shows information's power of the highest degree The court room isn't something you'd see No please, just walk free And it's all because Wherever they go, whenever the times get wild There's always the few that leave the dirt in the mixer Nowhere to hide, questions are building, times not on their side They pick up the phone and talk to the fixer He's seen the sites and world You just can't apprehend Gathered evidence along the way Keeping plenty of friends always on the ascend Wherever they go, whenever the times get wild There's always the few that leave the dirt in the mixer Nowhere to hide, questions are building, times not on their side They pick up the phone and talk to the fixer And that's just how it is