Benedict Arnold’s Bank

© Bill Miles

Verse 1
Mr. Banker Man, we watched you fall down
We reached out our hand to help you up
You said you were in trouble, you needed some money
We wrote a big damn check, yeah all of us

Verse 2
Now my neighbors, Johnny and June
Whoa they fell down too
But you didn’t reach out a hand to help them up
You foreclosed that’s banker’s luck

Chorus
So take my country’s name down off of your bank
There ain’t nothing American about this place
Go ahead and take down those big ol’ signs
This bank is yours but this land is mine
Take my country’s name down off of your bank
Maybe I’ll help you come up with a brand new name

Verse 3
I had a cousin out Danville way
For the second time got caught selling weed
You do the crime son you gotta do the time
Unless you’re a big Wall Street banker
You can rob the people blind

Chorus
So take my country’s name down off of your bank
There ain’t nothing American about this place
Go ahead and take down those big ol’ signs
This bank is yours but this land is mine
Take my country’s name down off of your bank
Then you can call it Benedict Arnold’s Bank
(Yeah I like that. Probably have to check with the Queen)

Verse 3
Out on Wall Street they been throwing down
It’s a non-stop money party in this little town
They smoke this economy all the way down
That golden pipe that Goldman Sachs even went out

Verse 4
Now teachers, factory workers more and more are falling down
Those Wall Street bankers still won’t reach a hand out

Chorus
So take my country’s name down off of your bank
There ain’t nothing American about this place
Go ahead and take down those big ol’ signs
This bank is yours but this land is mine

Take my country’s name down off of your bank
Benedict Arnold’s Bank, yeah

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