FORCE MAJEURE

Making plans for the getaway C’mon c’mon don’t you want to run away with me? I’m speaking in large point type on my new motorbike If I don’t live the lie, how will I know that I’m alive?

We could pretend that we are Bonnie and Clyde You get so used to drowning it just feels like the tide

Well, I heard you like adventure Then won’t you help me escape my debenture? Will you shimmy and slide just like Neptune’s daughter? Will you be my partner in crime and commit this slaughter?

We could pretend that we are Bonnie and Clyde You get so used to drowning it just feels like the tide What if we just let it slide? What if we just closed our eyes? What if we just closed our eyes?

When I met you on the foreclosure bus I didn’t know that destiny had it in the cards for us So, how are you with a sidearm, sugar? Don’t you know we’re about to get our Poseid-on?

I know we could be Bonnie and Clyde You get so used to drowning it just feels like the tide But what if we decided to rise….up? Rise…up?

There’s a human head on the telephone Tellin’ me I gotta pay back my loan I say “call me back later and drop the hate I won’t pick up, motherfucker, but my shit is on vibrate”

I enjoy myself, then I think, hey…hey…HEY!!! WHAT IF WE JUST DIDN’T PAY? What if we just drove away? What if we just drive away? CONVOOOY!!

How many out there are drowning like me? And could some of them possibly be sexy ladies? How many repo men can there possibly be? Let’s start a convoy to the FDIC It’s the debt clock (breaker breaker) Versus the death clock (breaker breaker) It’s Mad Max (breaker breaker) Versus Freddie Mac (breaker breaker)

Pile the barricades! (let’s turn these miserable slobs) Arm the brigades! (into Les Miserables)

Will you shimmy and slide just like Neptune’s daughter? (Just try and repossess my shit) When my debts come due my bank will be underwater (I may be upside down on my car, but you’ll be under it)

Here comes the flood (come on) Waiting for the flood (come on) Here comes the flood (come on)

A man has got to be free A man’s got his pride But what good is freedom If there’s nothing left to buy?

We could pretend that we’re Bonnie and Clyde But the truth is we’re in debt ‘till we die So you may as well let it slide All we got is one life All we got is one life So let’s don’t waste no more time Making plans for the getaway C’mon c’mon don’t you want to run away with me? Speaking in large point type on my new motorbike If I don’t live the lie, how will I know that I’m alive? (you’ve got to make the scene if you want to leave the scene of the crime) Am I alive?