Wearing Bankers Costume

Hey, Mr Banker, sat between metals 
On the fast lane, looking good , to "breach"  trust  
Looking down at the worker bee , I see you 


Fear mongering, with biggity, uppity, in attitude given  
I know an extinction of a kind, it burns "ember"  
I know your kind 


All emperors fall, like Rome , life is "tentative" 
Even high priest loose their status 
For taking the piss, mickey, my wallet  


And you think you are to be any different
Otherwise the wiser, holly anointed  
For you've been made the care taker of the blood line 


Holding chalices of society's veins  
Confused of your status given 
Acting like the naked king 


Why does the fool always think 
He can put a wool over my eyes 
Wearing costumes to fright 


We only just made you, saved you  
And no one crowned you 
Holding society to ransom  


On the account of your essence 
I know an extinction of a kind 
I know your kind, deja vu of a kind