Are you tired of bailing out major corporations that got into trouble because they were too busy screwing over the likes of you to properly run their numbers?

I thought gravity was supposed to prevent things from trickling up???

We here at Voodoo Economics are here to help, so we've uploaded an old song that's chock full of new meaning. Relax to the soothing (er...) sounds of "Bail," which may very well help you to purge your aggression, woes, and laments.

The lyrics are all stolen (without compunction, natch) from Reservoir Dogs and switch switch switched around. I believe that you may find them meaningful at this time of fiscal and existential crisis.

I don't know what you think you know,
but you're wrong.
Panic hits you like a bucket of water.
Every nerve in you, your senses,
All the blood in your veins screaming,
"Take off, bail. Bail water. Bail water.
Bail water!"

First thing's fucking last,
You better wake up and apologize.
You're not blind,
you've just got blood in your eyes.
A psycho ain't professional, so ride it out
Since all you can do is pray for a quick death now.

"Who started the Chicago fire?"
"I don't definitely know."
"Yeah, you got instincts
but that don't make it fucking so.
All right, ramblers, let's get ramblin'
Leave the dollars there.
If you want to throw bad looks around,
Throw them in a mirror."