Rubbish Mob - Gas Out the Banks

Money hungry greedy spinebashers
At the trough
Snorting up all they can from me and you and the restless dead
They have the country by the balls
Tickling the till
The banks do what they want fucking the prime minister in the arse
Holding all the aces with a smile
Gleaming at us
Tight as a fishes arsehole, cheating, wanting more and more
Someone has to stand and up fight...
So it's Time for the mob
To get some gas and deliver the Woolloomooloo uppercut

Stroll into the bank tomorrow
Negotiate luxurious horse shit dollar deals
Slide the gas bomb under the counter
Let them inhale the stench of 5000 sewers

Gas out the banks
Gas out the banks
Gas them out

Gas out the banks
Suck my arse
And fuck your fees

Gas out the banks
Gas out the banks
Gas them out

Gas out the banks
Kill the system
And kill the greed

Bank teller zonks are now squirming
As the stench builds up
Their suits and blouses are turning brown faster than the speed of light
The executives are sobbing at the loss
And the profit stops
No more fat cat meals and fat cunt holidays in the sun
Disorder as the cash spills out
For everyone
Let it crash and burn, with smoke and mayhem everywhere
Who's robbing who, don't you now see?
We always lose...
From now on it's best to keep your money under your bed at night

Gas out the banks, brown them out - Gas out the banks, Terrorist finance dies
Gas out the banks, It's payback time - Gas out the banks, let them eat shit