Bankster
from SAPIENS DEMENS (Full Album) by Toumaï
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lyrics
We all are a bank account
When I woke up this morning sick and
tired as always.
Nothing but a big cherry core down in my
wallet. Here come the kids, and the tax
and the neighbourhood I fear
Everyday they attack, but in my play
it’s for real.
When I ‘m reaching for my gun they run
away.Now show me some respect,
for who I was before I blew away
my(Bank)
Digging we crack the code,
Cause they respect nobody but gold.
Here comes the bankster, the financial
shoplifter.
When the democracy is numb.
When a big car is a silent gun.
Here comes the bankster,
but why, the great white, should eat
this and every one around would starve?
Money money wow.
Sometimes, when I feel sick and tired
again
I know I gotta be moving on,
but I will wait till everything is
wrong.
You dare to come and knocking at my
door.
Whore!
But I am gone away.
Digging we crack the code,
It’s going down.
Cause they respect nobody but gold.
I know they
lie.
Here
comes
the bankster,
the financial
shoplifter
When the democracy is
numb.
Fight for it
When a big car is a
silent gun.
Gotta blow it
Here comes the bankster
but why, the great
white, should take this
and everyone around would
Starve? x4
Cyber bomb on the market
place,take it as
good as it
gets
And still
we do it
the soft way.
Bitch
Crush down your pedestal, is our
first measure to take.
We are the 99.
Better give back what you stole,
you’ll end up eat your own shit
Pityfull lord of your time.
Part of me would like to blow,
what? All of this in one
last row. So,Step aside
as the riots globalise, the
black mirror hypnotise,
it’s talking about.
Weapons, virus,
progress, circus,
troubles, issues,
Fashion, battles, we
can’t win.
Go!
So we hide from
the monster,
another whisper
But there’s
nothing free,
no innocence
In this
world.
Say it
loud
Say it
loud to
the
crowd
A deadly legacy for years unfolds.
Feel sorry down here,
the winter now‘s lasting more than a
year.
Come back and leave anytime.
We‘ll never see the sun again, the trees
are dead and no one’s there
We’re crying in the shade.
After three decades of glory the last
resort got dried out.
Overwhelming hand generously starves the
last land.
A mundo condito, it began in Africa.
And still some mad men bargain on Gaya.
It came up in light, how bad it can be
A world sliced in two, mechanizing
agony.
Live long, here in this hell where you
belong
We’d rather leave now very, far from
home.
And this is how we’re living, first drop
of blood nothing no regrets.
Without a shade upon the shame,
everything is locked up in the end,
rearrange
We stand still.
Armageddon, fall of economic plagues
We’re gonna make you cry,
take your water dry.
We all are a Bank account.
Yet we all fuck
The Bankster.
When I woke up this morning sick and
tired as always.
Nothing but a big cherry core down in my
wallet. Here come the kids, and the tax
and the neighbourhood I fear
Everyday they attack, but in my play
it’s for real.
When I ‘m reaching for my gun they run
away.Now show me some respect,
for who I was before I blew away
my(Bank)
Digging we crack the code,
Cause they respect nobody but gold.
Here comes the bankster, the financial
shoplifter.
When the democracy is numb.
When a big car is a silent gun.
Here comes the bankster,
but why, the great white, should eat
this and every one around would starve?
Money money wow.
Sometimes, when I feel sick and tired
again
I know I gotta be moving on,
but I will wait till everything is
wrong.
You dare to come and knocking at my
door.
Whore!
But I am gone away.
Digging we crack the code,
It’s going down.
Cause they respect nobody but gold.
I know they
lie.
Here
comes
the bankster,
the financial
shoplifter
When the democracy is
numb.
Fight for it
When a big car is a
silent gun.
Gotta blow it
Here comes the bankster
but why, the great
white, should take this
and everyone around would
Starve? x4
Cyber bomb on the market
place,take it as
good as it
gets
And still
we do it
the soft way.
Bitch
Crush down your pedestal, is our
first measure to take.
We are the 99.
Better give back what you stole,
you’ll end up eat your own shit
Pityfull lord of your time.
Part of me would like to blow,
what? All of this in one
last row. So,Step aside
as the riots globalise, the
black mirror hypnotise,
it’s talking about.
Weapons, virus,
progress, circus,
troubles, issues,
Fashion, battles, we
can’t win.
Go!
So we hide from
the monster,
another whisper
But there’s
nothing free,
no innocence
In this
world.
Say it
loud
Say it
loud to
the
crowd
A deadly legacy for years unfolds.
Feel sorry down here,
the winter now‘s lasting more than a
year.
Come back and leave anytime.
We‘ll never see the sun again, the trees
are dead and no one’s there
We’re crying in the shade.
After three decades of glory the last
resort got dried out.
Overwhelming hand generously starves the
last land.
A mundo condito, it began in Africa.
And still some mad men bargain on Gaya.
It came up in light, how bad it can be
A world sliced in two, mechanizing
agony.
Live long, here in this hell where you
belong
We’d rather leave now very, far from
home.
And this is how we’re living, first drop
of blood nothing no regrets.
Without a shade upon the shame,
everything is locked up in the end,
rearrange
We stand still.
Armageddon, fall of economic plagues
We’re gonna make you cry,
take your water dry.
We all are a Bank account.
Yet we all fuck
The Bankster.
credits
from SAPIENS DEMENS (Full Album),
track released March 18, 2013
Antoine Hude-Flaven / Clément Mahoudeau / Julien Mahoudeau /
Célia Poulet / Guilhaume Renard
Antoine Hude-Flaven / Clément Mahoudeau / Julien Mahoudeau /
Célia Poulet / Guilhaume Renard
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Toumaï Marseille, France
Toumaï est un groupe de fusion métal fondé en 2006 dans le sud de la France. En 2013 sortait, Sapiens Demens, premier ambum qu'on a joué en live jusqu'en 2019 en compagnie de groupes qu'on aime, tels que Gojira, Psykup, Ultra Vomit, Pryapisme, Dirty Shirt, Punish Yourself… En 2023, sort notre deuxième album Tempus Fugit. ... more
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