Bank Failure Friday

Coffin Nailing Accompaniment

Hey little banker what have you done
Hey little banker who's the lonely one
Hey little banker who's your savior man
Hey little banker who's the one you want
Hey little banker shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a bank wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little banker what have you done
Hey little banker who's the only one
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a bank wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on

It's a nice day for a bank wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a bank wedding
It's a nice day to start again

Con Evil 9 - First Impression

Live Version Video

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of HELOCs where no one had a reason to care,
Where late the loans have withered, bankrupt owners shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been waylaid.
They tempt them and they cheat them, in a salesman-like way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who strayed.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To help them borrow from a mortgagee
To help the feckless and the poor FB
To ask what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To help them borrow
To make then borrow
Blight tommorrow!

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic falling stocks.
Leave your Hummers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Brokers heads in jars
and a mortgage on a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill is our House upon the Hill
We've a spokesman who's a shill
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Greenspan from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind the glass is a record unsurpassed
Be careful as you pass.
It won't last! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
Guaranteed to blow your bank apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's about to blow
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll...

Soon the Realtor Queen with the Subprime Loan Machine
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next up on broadband will you please extend a hand
to Bernanke's Ragtag Band
Sell some land, take a stand.
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Handcuffed brokers and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

The Market is in Dire Straits

Accompaniment

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the bridge you stop and you hold everything
The gang is slapping NY-SE double four time
You feel up tight when you hear that death-bell ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the pain to watch the stocks go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth; way on downsouth hymie town

You check out heli Ben he pulls all the cords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it fly or sing
And an old bazaar is all he can afford
When he gets out under the lights to say his thing

And Hanky doesn't mind if he doesn't save the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play money wonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With bazookas; with bazookas of bling

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we shoot bazookas, we shoot bazookas of bling.


(extra verse if needed for longer version)
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best green jackies and their comfy shoes
They don't give a damn about any market slaying hand
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the bazookas stole payroll

Sickness in America

accompaniment

Take a look at my downtrend
It's the only one I got
Not much of a stipend
Never seem to get a lot

Take the dollars to the chopper
Fly across America...
Eat the squirrels in California
I'm hoping its going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do

Could we shoot flippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, mummy dear
They got to have em in Texas
Cos everyone's a millionaire

I'm a winner, I'm a sinner
Will you read my epitaph?
I'm a loser, cash pursuer
I'm playing my hoax upon you
While there's nothing better to do

Don't you look at my downtrend
It's the only one I got
Not much of a stipend
Never seem to get a lot

Take the dollars to the chopper
Calling Air America
Kill the shills in California
I'm hoping its going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do.