Too Big
Slippery slope, dominoes down
Tear a brick from the wall of our movie-set town
To patch a hole in the hull of a boat run aground
Full of hope that don't float, dreams that done drowned
We conjure our money right out of thin air
Backed by faith in faces with cool New York stares
They’re talkin' the Bull and walkin' the Bear
Treadin' where only derivatives dare
Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...
Aaaaiii
We don't make anything, anymore
Not counting food for the world, fodder for war
Clothes are from China, cars from Japan
All too big to fail. What don't you understand?
Capital cronies, all skull and bones
Makin' the book on all of our loans
They guild 'em with Gold, Man, and Sachs 'em like Rome
Bet it all on the red, hell, it’s only a home
Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...
Aaaaiii
No safety, just a Lie too big to fail
Run the shell game, bail your buddies out of jail
Leveraged debt is just the way of life
Grab the bonus, baby, run away and hide
Stick and carrot, fake retirement plans
Most are left with empty, open hands
Lucky bowl of soup and sandwich and a
“Please, please, Mister, if you can?”
Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...
Aaaaiii
We don't make anything, anymore
Not counting food for the world, fodder for war
Oh, and words, we make words - just watch 'em fly
Hot air to flutter the flags
On a Forth of July
Hot air to flutter the flags
Oh, flutter the flags
Aiaa, I... Aiaa, I...Aaaaiii
Aaaaiii
© D. Dain, 2009
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