I.M.F. Letra

Take a match and strike it in my hand, smell of sulphur reminds me of my plans if only concrete burnt like straw I'd burn my bank down to the floor! As the burnout smoke fills my lungs reminds me that I ain't got the funds to get the bus ride into town to burn my fucking bank right down! As the news reports the latest crash makes me think what I'd do with all the cash then a thought, it comes to me these digits are a fallacy. Just posey numbers on a screen made up by bankers in a dream lend money they haven't got no wonder J.F.K. got shot! I wanna set fire to the IMF, I wanna see the world bank lend itself to death gonna learn economics do it my own way, fuck fraction reserve that's what I say, cuz everybody knows about money grief but there's more gun-ho! than debt relief as profits soar from these endless wars, I'll be first in line to break the law. If wound back the hands of time to the day they legislate this crime we'd rally against the FED, shoot the bank of England dead! No longer the slaves of debt just work the trade for what we get we'd rid this poverty and all get Monday mornings free! We'd all walk into town to burn our fucking banks right down!