The Bank

[Intro]
This is a song about my recent experiences with the bank

[Verse 1]
We're the bank
We're not your friend
We want those records
And we want them sent this afternoon
Or your gross expenses will balloon
And you'll only have yourself to thank
Write "Attention: Clerk"
'Cause it's the way we work
And we're the bank

[Verse 2]
We're the bank
Get a grip
Get in line
And in triplicate we'll need for sure
Everything you've ever signed before
As to cost we haven't mentioned yet to you
You can bet on one thing
You'll be at the closing
When we do

[Verse 3]
Your tax returns
Are ours to keep
With what you earn
Until the final sleep, and even then
We've assured ourselves, at your expense
Crossing t's and dotting all the i's
To be paid in full
Within a day or two
Of your demise

[Verse 4]
And we will call
A million times
For bills and forms
That you will never find, and we'll insist
That without these we cannot progress
When we have these documents in hand
We'll assess time lost
And probably raise your cost
By several grand

[Verse 5]
We are the bank
With walls of stone
And heads of steel
And though in ads we're shown to smile and nod
This is PR if there ever was
So just forget that warm and friendly bit
Because I swear by God
It's a complete and utter
Crock of shit

[Outro]
Right, thanks