Fuhck The Bahnks - Soul Mates, Bondi Hipsters

Fuck the banks they’re all dead to me

Fuck capitalism and democracy

Fuck tax, and the country, and the GDP

Just fuck the whole economy

Fuck anyone who works in the CBD

Fuck anyone who went to university

Fuck the reptilian dinesty

And fuck the whole illuminati

The lizard people watch with their all seeing eye

Atop skyscrapers, infinity stories high

Spitting on us from the top of the towers

Flying first class getting goldern showers

Such is the life of the affluent you can get peed on by a flight attendent

You can go stab a dolphin at the cove

You can wank on an owl at bohemian grove

BOOM BOOM BOOM that’s the sound of a truth bomb

Ring-a-ding-ding that’s Barrack Obama’s intercom

Get Dom and Adrian off the waves

Coz we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days

The United Nations of the new world order calcifying your third eye

Putting flouride in the water

Don’t believe everything you see on the news

Dom and Adrian are dishing out the brutal truths

On the dark side of the moon there is an alien space station broadcasting a

signal

to the earths population

You’re just a hologram living a holographic life and there is no such thing as

anything You’re not even alive

And if all the agenda of the thirteen families

Munipulating markets towards the one mores currency

Dumping chem trails causing infertility

And the mother fuckers have the gaul to call that shit a conspiracy

And to lending to lenders to reinvest your investmants

Reinvest reinvestmants to

fund elections for presidents

Who amend the amendments that will decay your intelligence

Welcome mother fuckers to the age of aquarius

BOOM BOOM BOOM that’s the sound of a truth bomb

Ring-a-ding-ding that’s Barrack Obama’s intercom

Get Dom and Adrian off the waves

Coz we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days.

Spend my lifetime gathering bling, but money isn’t even a thing

An abstract collection of dollars and cents, but I can’t even pay the rent

The 1% are managing the frequency, limiting your creative capacity

Using MTV and fuck channel E to make you want to be, what they want you to be

Not me

Fuck the ecultast celebrity, fuck Miley fucking Cyrus and Fuck Jay-Z

Fuck Rupert Murdoch and pay TV

I download all my shit for free

Fuck ownership and fuck copyright

Fuck coke and pepsi and fuck off sprite

Fuck the 1% and their backwards thinking

Fuck the lizard people with their sideways blinking

Now I’m not looking for sympathy, but it fells like the system is fisting me

So just because I want to pursue the arts I’ve gotta live off my daddy’s credit

card?

And now what I’m supposed to do the 9 to 5

Just to cover the costs of the costs of life?

I won’t get on my knees and suck a managers knob

Just to be another another dickhead with a full time job

BOOM BOOM BOOM that’s the sound of a truth bomb

Ring-a-ding-ding that’s Barrack Obama’s intercom

Get Dom and Adrian off the waves

Coz we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days.

When will I get my golden ticket abord the illuminati spaceship

Currently in an existential crisis

Will I ever get to fuck Miley Cyrus