Economy Of Words (Bail It Out)

This is my account of my account.

I've become withdrawn,

I've borrowed a large amount.

I'm hanging in the balance,

feeling like a toxic asset.

Everything I make I give to God and Taxes.

Bail me out.

My fingers strain

to make the symbols of my name

as they were trained

on dotted lines and touch screens

I relate to worthless real estate

Jamming up the circuit

Break the back of plastic currency

Digits slip from my fingertips and

Go on a murdering spree...

I can't afford to be sick.

I'm cashing checks against the national debt

I can't afford to live,

Fraudulent slips of paper whisper tales about the missing reserves

Smug assurances circulate

Smudging ink on my shirt...

It's all on my hands

Something must be coming off on me

It feels like a brand

I'm not solvent

Deep sea diving for the sunken dollar

Out of options, Out of air

Get your hands out of my pocket

I'm heart-sick with the Fear

Locked into the deal with little interest

Paying down the principle

Ripping lottery tickets.

So bail me out. (We've sprung a leak baby, we've sprung a leak!)

Bail me out. (We're going down sucka, we're going down!)

When the profit margin drops to the factory floor

the Employees of the Year

won't work no more.

The gold standard's abandoned,

They circulate disease

My father used to ask me if I thought it grew on trees.

On top of the world with a worm in my gut,

and a blow out sale on inflated objects

Everything I do is done to make a profit

Everyone I love is a potential hostage

Owed to the factory

Sold to the market

bred for the auction, bred for the army

Full set of teeth and a workhorse body

No money down, Own it for less

Run like a dream, Run in the red

Bulging vein in a straining neck;

The second you're dead everyone gets a cut

Keep treading that water

Hold your head up but

Living conditions deteriorate daily

It could be worse in defense of slavery

Take it from me, rates increase

We went from late fees to 'fuck you, pay me'

Say what they mean when you're upside down

But a brick through the window of your house like

"Bail me out!"

So bail me out. (We've sprung a leak baby, we've sprung a leak!)

Bail me out. (We're going down sucka, we're going down!)