| This is my account of my account
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| I’ve become withdrawn
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| I’ve borrowed a large amount
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| I’m hanging in the balance
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| Feeling like a toxic asset
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| Everything I make I give to God and Taxes
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| Bail me out
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| My fingers strain
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| To make the symbols of my name
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| As they were trained
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| On dotted lines and touch screens
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| I relate to worthless real estate
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| Jamming up the circuit
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| Break the back of plastic currency
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| Digits slip from my fingertips and
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| Go on a murdering spree…
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| I can’t afford to be sick
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| I’m cashing checks against the national debt
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| I can’t afford to live
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| Fraudulent slips of paper whisper tales about the missing reserves
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| Smug assurances circulate
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| Smudging ink on my shirt…
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| It’s all on my hands
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| Something must be coming off on me
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| It feels like a brand
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| I’m not solvent
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| Deep sea diving for the sunken dollar
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| Out of options, Out of air
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| Get your hands out of my pocket
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| I’m heart-sick with the Fear
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| Locked into the deal with little interest
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| Paying down the principle
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| Ripping lottery tickets
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| So bail me out. |
| (We've sprung a leak baby, we’ve sprung a leak!)
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| Bail me out. |
| (We're going down sucka, we’re going down!)
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| When the profit margin drops to the factory floor
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| The Employees of the Year
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| Won’t work no more
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| The gold standard’s abandoned
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| They circulate disease
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| My father used to ask me if I thought it grew on trees
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| On top of the world with a worm in my gut
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| And a blow out sale on inflated objects
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| Everything I do is done to make a profit
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| Everyone I love is a potential hostage
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| Owed to the factory
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| Sold to the market
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| Bred for the auction, bred for the army
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| Full set of teeth and a workhorse body
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| No money down, Own it for less
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| Run like a dream, Run in the red
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| Bulging vein in a straining neck;
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| The second you’re dead everyone gets a cut
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| Keep treading that water
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| Hold your head up but
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| Living conditions deteriorate daily
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| It could be worse in defense of slavery
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| Take it from me, rates increase
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| We went from late fees to 'fuck you, pay me'
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| Say what they mean when you’re upside down
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| But a brick through the window of your house like
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| «Bail me out!»
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| So bail me out. |
| (We've sprung a leak baby, we’ve sprung a leak!)
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| Bail me out. |
| (We're going down sucka, we’re going down!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Economy of Words (Bail It Out), artist - B. Dolan. Album song Fallen House Sunken City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп