Bloops

I'm giving up on savings and trust
'Cause compounding interest
Don't amount to that much
Except weak metaphors
And dirt-poor analogies
And this is what you are calling collateral?

It's a lateral movement, I know
One space to the side and no places to go
And it's late Friday night
And I'm just staying home
No telephones here to tell a foe not to hear
And I'm giving up on brotherly love
'Cause they say love is blind
And brothers tend to shove, oh
So I'm giving up on giving at all
'Cause giving's gotten good at getting me
Nowhere at all

I'm giving up on that fool's golden rule
I've done unto others, but it just won't undo
The doing that's been done to me
That fee was undue

It's a lateral movement, I know
One space to the side and nowhere to go
And it's Saturday night
But I'm staying at home
Or I'll go to the bank and I'll take out a loan
And I'll buy a new telephone

And I'll let it ring
Off the hook and scot-free
They'll wonder what's happening
There's no answering machinery
Oh yes, I'll let it ring
It'll ring loud and clear
There's nobody there and there's nobody
Here

I'll dial nine (to get out, to get out)
I'll dial nine (to get out, to get out)
I'll di-
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