letra de economy of words (bail me out) - b. dolan

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i’ve become withdrawn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 -sset
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 -ssurances circulate
smudging ink on my shirt…
aw, sh-t. 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 t–th 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 ‘f-ck 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

- b dolan

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