Fansong
You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?
You can't leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Just follow me)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Down the elevator)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Through the gates)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Down the stairs)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Just keep on walking)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Through the hallway)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Now open the door)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?
You can't leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Just follow me)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Down the elevator)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Through the gates)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Down the stairs)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Just keep on walking)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks (Through the hallway)
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob (Now open the door)
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Credits
Writer(s): Brendon Small
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