Banker

You’re always keeping little secrets inside the well
You’re on the train tracks running through the garden you’ve let grow to hell
And all the sweatpants we give out
They're hardly north and hardly south
From somewhere deep in your sacred mouth

I know your reputation as the human war crime
You’ve got a ninth class ticket to great white shark and you’re last in line
And all the quakers in the dell
They’ll never recognize thе kid
That they used to know so well

And all I can tеll you is
Crack the code, Big Bank Man
It’s hardly justified
To kindly be older man
Don’t need to wonder why
Just know the code word, Bank Man
Into the lanes of brine
You know the code word

These preparations can’t be made in time
Heard in the evening the coordinator’s stopping by
And then come breakfast, you’ll have to spit your rhymes

You’re always keeping little secrets inside the well
You’re on the train tracks running through the garden you’ve let grow to hell

And all I can tell you is
Crack the code, Big Bank Man
It’s hardly justified
To kindly be older man
Don’t need to wonder why
Just know the code word, Bank Man
Into the lanes of brine
You know the code word