Banks
Polite Bank Robber
When I rob banks, the tellers panic with fright.
But I'm not a mean thief, I'm always polite.
When I demand money from the tellers, I always say please.
So far I'm a crook that the Police haven't been able to seize.
One bank teller was a man who wore a wig and a dress, he was a Transvestite.
The jerk severed my pinky finger when he grabbed my hand and gave it a bite.
I was way too polite to shoot him for it.
I grabbed my finger and as I drove to the hospital, I decided to floor it.
Right now I'm in Kansas and I'm robbing a bank in the town of Wichita.
The Cops just walked in, I'm finally going to be apprehended by the Law.
I'm so polite that I've never been able to be tough.
I'm crying like a baby as the Cops slap on the cuffs.
The Greed Machine
You can afford it, you deserve it today
Enjoy it right now, but later you pay
Trust in our judgement, use all our skill
The world it is yours now, just pay at the till
We build the whole world up, fulfil all your dreams
We build a tight web, we sow strong the seams
The solution provided, you can never escape
Our grip is unbreakable, bound up in red tape
We prey on your dreams, your wants and mistakes
We take all you have got, don’t care if you break
The government it loves us, we make them look good
They’re under our finger, won’t change if we could
We swim in the riches, from others in pain
Our treasure we worship, all got from ill gain
Our path strewn with wreckage, of lives broken and crushed
From unwary decisions, lied misled pressured and rushed
Now who is this monster, from where has it come
With greed as its master, great riches for some
Which hero will tame it, will he rise from our ranks
To save us from ruin, from the blood sucking Banks
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