Put your fingers in the corners of your mouths…

Yeyah!

So, this isn’t quite finished… and you know I’d never out some not-quite finished ish out there without a good reason, right?

Right.

Reason is, I’m making a video for the thing. And i want you in it. What I want you to do, is to film yourself with your fingers in the corners of your mouths, saying, “BANKERS”! And then send me the footage, so I can put it in the video. Shit, don’t jut stop at you. I want your mum, your dad, you teacher, your boss, your kid, the whole enchilada in thurr.

Then, use yousendit or something like that to email the footage to adamalphabet at gmail.com. It’s gonna be fresh!

You with me?

LYRICS AFTER THE JUMP!

I got my fingers in the corner of my mouth
I be like
BANKERS
up in the V I
presidential G I’m
not sure the change I’m gonna see I’m
gonna like all that much bubba
dubaya dubaya dubaya
dot
the bomb dot com
ten ton trillion deficit gone
poof! vamoosh!
abracadabra condition so cadaverous
I’m having this precog vision
post indecision
USA third world millions
nay trillions
stack cats
black macin they backpacks packed
its blackjack straight jackin’ we twats
we such suckers
i swear down wouldn’t touch us
without a twelve foot cattleprod
swear down honey
they stole our money!
sheeet!
i dread to wonder what they plan to do with all of it…

So put your fingers in the corners of your mouth and say “bankers”…

wankers!
who the fuck you fink you are?
party like its mardi gra
la die-da
hardie har
one 4 billion o bailout money
bonus!
cashback!
that’s pretty funny
so -pop your collar
ass will follow
suck it down baby let’s
lets devaluate the dollar
might go bust like hammer though
waiting on the amerro
uh uh the Alamo
livin’ like a animal
temple of thieves
the temple of doom
the temple of boom shake the room!
i bet the fresh prince of bel air
aint feelin so fresh right now
i bet them teefs are thieving death right now
im looking left right, wow
they pulled that off like how?
could the last  person leaving please turn off the light  – cough  – now
so – fix the price plan
we’re all going to Iceland
wreck a victor
this is gonna be a cold winter…

put your fingers in the corners of your mouth and say “bankers”…

I do not love money
I don’t hate it either
you cant hate suttink that doesn’t exist
eyes are
closed a little wider
wide enough to
see they taking the piss with this fraud
the money’s only insured
to be a merry modern slavery
created from debt
we can never pay back what they made up
yet
we can never have democracy either
while any progress is for profit
if you can’t make cash off it  then fuck it
so sorry mr bateman they don’t want you in their club
and i know its not your fault your hands are covered in blood
its just a monetary society is not the place for love
they made the monster that’s inside nothing below or above
it’s just us man
trust man
it’s bigger than that
take out the money they made up you will be free of all that
be free to
do what you chose
follow your dream
everything’s there
we got the machines
the energy’s clean
the wind and the sea
and all we could want for’s in you and in me

So put your fingers in the corners of your mouth and say “bankers”…

— Thursday, December 11th, 2008