Banking on a Myth

There's a guy I'd like to thank,
He signs the checks and leaves them blank,
He's the one (oh, oh)

He says you don't have to walk a plank
The game is rigged, go figure, your slideshow tanked,
And your flagship sank

So they're taking all our myths to the bank
So just don't, don't forget who to thank
'cause they're taking all our myths to the
We're taking all of it to the
And we're taking all our myths to the bank
Oh no

If you could just do him this favour,
Though it might involve child labour,
Join his entourage
Give him a foot massage

From Star Search to the Philharmonic,
He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics
He's the one to know
Does it matter if you blow
No no no no

In fact it's just a thing
He thinks we're needing
Its a lukewarm liquid diet
They're force-feeding
When the words we use have lost they're gone,
Now that hits you like an imaginary pillow fight
Oh, but its all right
Yeah 'cause you're inside,
And you're in time

Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
Buys them in bulk but then he sells it short
Talent, genius, love, even signs of affection
He floods the market, there's no price protection
And when
His master plan is unfurled,
He stands a handsome bid on the weather systems
Of the world.