They showed up one morning as bold as you please
And said this was our lucky day
In hand-tailored suits, holding Ivy degrees,
They sweet-talked our savings away
They said they were wizards of financial tilt
Who’d conjured up shiny new plans
And if we’d just mortgage ourselves to the hilt
We’d make money fists over hands
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It’s heads they all win and tails we all lose
They’re piling up mountains of swag
They’ve emptied our pockets with ruse after ruse
And left us here Holding the Bag
And when things got shaky they talked smooth and fast
And waived their projections and charts
Then flew off to hide in their towers of glass
As it began falling apart
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They collected their cuts as they murmured regrets
And shed a few crocodile tears
And snatched up their winnings from hedging their bets
And left us to cry in our beers
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