Banks of Marble

[Verse 1]
Banks are made of marble with a guard at every door
Vaults are voids where credit finds its first form
Credit's snake like lines suck zeros to an end
Absent of the human lives by which they were spent
The transfiguration of an ashen Adam Smith
On the crushed corner of any Market & 10th
Even the extant song the first line was lifted from
Dreams banks in terms of entombed silver sums
In fact we're only born by the pull of market force
Our lives flash dimly across it's marble face
Banks are made of marble with a guard at every door
Me I temped timeless, dry
On vault air mornings
[Hook]
The banks are made of marble with a guard at every door
In the walls there are no silver
[Verse 2]
A gun with a guard enthralled to its wake
A one legged veteran parading in place
He lunch breaks outside in an open city square
That a horse cop watches though a stone froze veil
It's only a matter of military time
On an ATM cut into the side of a shopping mall
Ringed by rent-a-cops
Til' ghost town banks own whole living blocks
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
To see the I.M.F.
In the faintest seem
Or the World Bank in the deed on a stem
Hold the grey wingspan of business hours spent
In a cold palm of a coin
A standard beyond death
Thread the silver strands of a low loan interest
And sap the sod and loam in the decades drip of debt
Allende, Juan Bosch, Lumumba, Árbenz
Iced on the front line of investor confidence
Banks are made of marble with clouds cut and died
A guard mans the door
A safe box rots inside
Banks are born to blackholes and bloom in limestone
To be lost rap with the ash of forgot song
Bright blue armies in gas masks gaze a line
This rhyme might be fixed but at least it can't be bought
[Hook]