Banking on a Myth

There's one guy i'd like to thank

He signs the checks and leaves them blank

He's the one

He says you don't have to walk a plank

The game is rigged, go fig your slide show tanked

And your flagship sank

So we're taking all our myths to the bank

So just don't forget who to thank

We're taking our myths to the drinking a fifth to the we're taking all our myths to the bank

If you could just do him this favor

Although it might involve child labor

Join his entourage, give him a foot massage

From star search to the philharmonic

He'll get you there with hooked on phonics

He's the one to know doesn't matter if you blow - no no

In fact it's just the thing he thinks we're needing

It's a lukewarm liquid diet

They're force feeding when the words we use have lost their bite

Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight but it's all right

Cause you're inside and you're in tight deals in commodities of the abstract sort

Buys them in bulk but sells them short talent, genius, love even signs of affection

He floods the market there's no price protection

And when his master plan is unfurled there stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world