The Shell Corporation - Quantitative Sleazing Lyrics
Do you remember in September 08 when the whole thing came undone?When Wallstreet’s chickens came home to roost and it looked like their race was run?Enter stage right Uncle Ben and his merry men to save the dayThey robbed from the poor and they gave to the richAnd they made sure their bonuses got paidThe game is set so give up hopeThis rising tide will sink all boatsRome’s on fire and there’s no help for usSo grab your fiddles and join on the chorusThe sirens wail the tide is outSo grab your boards we’ll paddle outAnd ride this f****r in, all the way to hellLet’s party down it’s too late to stopThe other shoe is about to dropSo let’s ride this f****r inAll the way back down, straight to hellRecession? What recession? It’s a goddamned depressionBut they won’t admit it yetSo there’s still no work and it’s been four years“But look at the stock market! ”How many bankers lost their jobs?How many CEOs are out on the streets?Congress dressed up as Rose of SharonAnd let them suckle at the government teatWe’ve paid the banker and we paid the miserNow there’s no money left to pay the piperRome’s on fire and there’s no hope for usSo grab your fiddle and join on the chorus…
