[Verse 1] Banks are made of marble with a guard at every door Vaults are voids where credit finds its first form Credit snake like lines suck zeros to an end Absent of the human lives by which they were spent The transfiguration of an ashen Adam Smith On the crush corn of any market intent Even the extend song the first line was lifted from Green banks and turns seven tomes silver sums Fat will be born by the pull of market force Our lives flash dimly cross its marble face Banks are made of marble with a guard at every door Me I tend to time vault and mornings [Hook] Banks are made of marble with a guard at every door In the walls there are no silver [Verse 2] A gun with a god enthralled to its wake A one legged veteran parading in place He lunch breaks outside in an open city square That a horse cop watches though a stone froze veil Its only a matter of military time On an ATM cut into the side of a shopping mall Ringed by rentacops Its a ghost town banks own whole living blocks [Hook] [Verse 3] To see the iron meth In the fainen seem Or the world bank in the deed in a stem Hold the great wing span of business hours spent In a cold palm of a coin A stampede on death Thread the silver stands of a low loan interest And set the sudden rome in the decades rip the flesh Allienda walslapulmudna while banks iced on the front line of investor confidence Banks are made of marble with clouds cut and died a god named the door a safe box rots inside Banks are on the black holes and blooming lines go To be lost rap with the ash of a god song Bright blue armys in gas masks gaze a line This rhyme might be fixed but at least it cant be bought [Hook]
bank, marble, silver, guard, line