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I've become withdrawn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 breakers

Bag of plastic currency

Digits slip from my fingertips

And go on a murdering spree

Can't afford to be sick

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

Oh shit

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 dollars

I'm out of options, I'm 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 sprung a leak baby

We sprung a leak baby

We sprung a leak

So bail me out

We're going down sucker

We're going down sucker

We're going down sucker

So bail me out

We sprung a leak, leak

We sprung a leak, leak

We sprung a leak, leak

So bail me out

When the profit margins drop to the factory floor

The employees of the year won't work no more

The gold standard's abandoned and 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