Fuhck the Bahnks

Fuck the banks they're all dead to me
Fuck capitalism and democracy
Fuck tax, and the country, and the GDP
Just fuck the whole economy
Fuck anyone who works in the CBD
Fuck anyone who went to university
Fuck the reptilian dinesty
And fuck the whole illuminati
The lizard people watch with their all seeing eye
Atop skyscrapers, infinity stories high
Spitting on us from the top of the towers
Flying first class getting goldern showers
Such is the life of the affluent
You can get peed on by a flight attendent
You can go stab a dolphin at the cove

You can wank on an owl at bohemian grove
Boom boom boom that's the sound of a truth bomb
Ring-a-ding-ding that's Barack Obama's intercom

Get Dom and Adrian off the waves
Coz we're dropping truth bombs like it's the end of days
The United Nations of the new world order calcifying your third eye
Putting flouride in the water
Don't believe everything you see on the news
Dom and Adrian are dishing out the brutal truths
On the dark side of the moon
There is an alien space station broadcasting a signal
to the earths population
You're just a hologram living a holographic life
And there is no such thing as anything you're not even alive
And if all the agenda of the thirteen families

Munipulating markets towards the one mores currency
Dumping chem trails causing infertility
And the mother fuckers have the gaul
To call that shit a conspiracy

And to lending to lenders to reinvest your investmants
Reinvest reinvestmants to
fund elections for presidents
Who amend the amendments
That will decay your intelligence
Welcome mother fuckers to the age of aquarius
Boom boom boom that's the sound of a truth bomb
Ring-a-ding-ding that's Barack Obama's intercom
Get Dom and Adrian off the waves
Coz we're dropping truth bombs like it's the end of days.
Spend my lifetime gathering bling
But money isn't even a thing
An abstract collection of dollars and cents
But I can't even pay the rent
The 1% are managing the frequency
Limiting your creative capacity
Using MTV and fuck channel E
To make you want to be, what they want you to be
Not me
Fuck the ecultast celebrity
Fuck Miley fucking Cyrus and Fuck Jay-Z
Fuck Rupert Murdoch and pay TV

I download all my shit for free
Fuck ownership and fuck copyright
Fuck coke and pepsi and fuck off sprite

Fuck the 1% and their backwards thinking
Fuck the lizard people with their sideways blinking
Now I'm not looking for sympathy
But it fells like the system is fisting me
So just because I want to pursue the arts
I've gotta live off my daddy's credit card?
And now what I'm supposed to do the 9 to 5
Just to cover the costs of the costs of life?
I won't get on my knees and suck a managers knob
Just to be another another dickhead with a full time job

Boom boom boom that's the sound of a truth bomb
Ring-a-ding-ding that's Barrack Obama's intercom
Get Dom and Adrian off the waves
Coz we're dropping truth bombs like it's the end of days.
When will I get my golden ticket abord the illuminati spaceship
Currently in an existential crisis
Will I ever get to fuck Miley Cyrus?