These lyrics are my rewrite for a cover of M.I.A.’s song Paper Planes, played in a folksy way.

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me on the corner, I’ve got more than just my name
Don’t come around here unless I get paid
Shoot off at the mouth and I’ll shoot off at the brain

Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner, I’m dealing out fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

And all I want to do is take your money.

You know where we’re from by the colours we own
Catch you on my corner, hit a dead zone
We run when we hit ’em, poison in the system
Back around the block, make sure we ain’t missed him
Ain’t nobody got a swagger like us
Got a whole pack of dogs just waiting to bust
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Brick by brick, live and let thug

And all they want to do is take your money.

M.I.A. and the M-I-C, I cover this song like an L-I-D
When the banks go broke, then you’ll see
Dollar-based values spell the E-N-D

Capitalism ain’t a permanent system; it just moves risk into the children
Debt today is tomorrow’s submission to a white collar writer of fiscal fiction
You take out a loan, your blood is the interest
Inflation is the basis from which it strips millions
A Brave New World, a slaved-through world
And they’re taking your life when they make you work

And all they wanna do is take your money