Economy Of Words (Bail Me 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This is my account of my account I’ve become withdrawn I’ve borrowed a large amount I’m hanging in the balance Feeling like a toxic asset Everything I make I give to God and Taxes Bail me out My fingers strain To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 (Taxation for the dumb) 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 sucka, we’re going down!) Bail me out (We’ve sprung a leak-baby, we’ve sprung a leak!) Bail me out 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 feeds 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!” (We’ve sprung a leak baby, we’ve sprung a leak!) Bail me out (We’re going down sucka, we’re going down sucka, we’re going down!) Bail me out (We’ve sprung a leak-baby, we’ve sprung a leak!) Bail me out West side, bail it out South side, bail it out West side, bail it out East side, bail it out