Automatic Teller

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.