Bankers' Holiday

Baze Blackwood


Come with me
My little friend
And you'll see
Until the bitter end
That there is so much money to be made today

So come with me
And you'll see
We must separate the wheat from the chaff
And we will always have the last laugh

So come along
And open up your eyes
It should come as no big surprise
That left and right don't know right from wrong

So let me show you how it will be
Just come with me

So open up your tiny little head
You'll soon see you'd better off be dead
Not to listen to me son, we've got a lot of fun planned for you

So take this card and buy up all this shit
You won't know what it ever was you missed
We've got your name, your loan, your soul on file
For a while

So let me show you how it will be


Writer/s: Baze Blackwood