Money In The Banana Stand - Laughing All The Way To The Bank Lyrics

My homeland, fixed and fettered.
Forced to face the feet of kings, gods, ministers, mayors.
Country, state, tradition have never worked
but those with noble blood just push the button and you,
you can't stand up.

Everywhere it's the same f*cking crime,
from PEI dirt to Toronto grime.
Concrete, towers, burning lights -
look up at the product of someone else's vice.

RBC TD CIBC BMO
Where the f*ck do you think your culture comes from?

They're laughing all the way to the bank.