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jazzbear

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  1. http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=PKcbyRQbb8g&...feature=related I leveraged up over my head And the bank won't lend to me I've got no stash under my bed; And the bank won't lend to me I got addicted to the credit drug; And caught the property investment bug; But now I feel like a bit of a mug; And the bank won't lend to me. Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas I must have been bloody mad I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas 'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad. I'm a perma-bull and not a bear But the bank won't lend to me Times were good with Tony Blair Now the bank won't lend to me Kirstie had me in a trance I was the king of high finance Got credit crunched and messed my pants And the bank won't lend to me Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas I must have been bloody mad I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas 'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad. I won't be seeing Santa Claus; 'Cause the bank won't lend to me He won't come visit me because The bank won't lend to me Tomorrow they'll cut interest rates; Next year will be worse, just wait I'd buy gold, but it's too late; 'Cause the bank won't lend to me Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas I must have been bloody mad I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas 'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.
  2. Sink Hole by the Drive By Truckers I’ve always been a religious man, I ‘ve always been a religious man but I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around He thinks I ain’t got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money’s spent Now, I ain’t the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm Cause it was my Daddy’s and his Daddy’s before and his Daddy’s before and his Daddy’s before Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar alarm. Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family lots of pictures of my purdy family in the house where I was born. House has stood through five tornadoes, Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes. I’d rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker’s scorn Cause he won’t even look me in the eye He just takes my land and apologize, with pen, paper, and a friendly smile, he says the deed is done. The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done. Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm Show him the view from McGee Town Hill Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels to lose the last thing on earth that’s real I’d rather lose my legs and arms Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole under cold November sky Then damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday and look the Preacher in the eye.
  3. Drive-By Truckers - The Righteous Path I got a brand new car that drinks a bunch of gas I got a house in a neighborhood that’s fading fast I got a dog and a cat that don’t fight too much I got a few hundred channels to keep me in touch I got a beautiful wife and three tow-headed kids I got a couple of big secrets I’d kill to keep hid I don’t know God but I fear his wrath I’m trying to keep focused on the righteous path I got a couple of opinions that I hold dear A whole lot of debt and a whole lot of fear I got an itch that needs scratching but it feels alright I got the need to blow it out on Saturday night I got a grill in the backyard and a case of beers I got a boat that ain’t seen the water in years More bills than money, I can do the math I’m trying to keep focused on the righteous path I’m trying to keep focused as I drive down the road On the ditches and the curves and the heavy load Ain’t bitching bout things that aren’t in my grasp Just trying to hold steady on the righteous path There’s this friend of mine I’ve known all my life Who can’t get it right no matter how hard he tries He’s got kids he don’t see and several ex-wives And a list of bad decisions bout eight miles wide Trouble with the law and the IRS And where he’ll get the money’s anybody’s guess He’s a long way off but if you was to ask He’d say he’s trying to stay focused on the righteous path Trying to keep focused as we drive down the road Like we did back in High School before the world turned cold Now the brakes are thin and the curves are fast We’re trying to hold steady on the righteous path We’re hanging out and we’re hanging on We’re trying the best we can to keep keeping on We got messed up minds for these messed up times And it’s a thin thin line separating his from mine Trying to hold steady on the righteous path 80 miles and hour with a worn out map No time for self-pity or self-righteous crap Trying to stay focused on the righteous path
  4. Faithless - Bring My Family Back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three. Boarded up property, I'll probably get pulled down. Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light. But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping. Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking. On the way my timbers creaking, Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, knee high in refuse. But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use. There was a time when my walls where decorated. And under my roof children were educated. But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed, a crash in the economy robbed me of my family. And no strategy, combats negative equity, so that's it. Like violence it's drastic. I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack. Somebody bring my family back.
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