Automatic Teller - New Bomb Turks

You’re the first to point your finger

The first to take my cash

You hit the p.i.n

And I’m-a lose my stash

When I said «bank on me»

Should’ve set interest

Well my interest has waned

My interest is spent

Y’know you always come running

Every payday

But your circuits are down

When my wallets empty

You’re 24 hours of plastic clash

C’lock’s running out

This bull’s gotta crash

Yeah there’s nothing left to say

Automatic teller

You’re aim is always true

When you’re crying «stick 'em up!»

But your vision is off

When the check comes up

But now the jig is up

Your plan’s been hatched

A botched burglary

A slack safe crack

The merger didn’t work

The buyout never came

My stock’s rising

I’m off the window pane

Your bargain hunting days

Are growing short

You tried to break my bank

Now I’ll break your heart