[Verse 1]
Well, they’d better save some space for me
In that growing cottage industry
Where selfishness is currency
People spend more than they make
[Verse 2]
So I wrapped my head in bandages
From the string of happy accidents
I guess maybe I asked for it
But who am I to say?
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The closing bell death tolls, hear the market crash
A crying trader swears he’ll get out of the game
The cowboy drinks himself to death fresh out of rehab
While they’re loading all the rifles on the range
[Chorus 1]
Look up at that Everest, look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down when the big one hits
Look out for the plainclothes, look out for what the wiretap knows
Look out on the ever-widening money trail and where it goes
[Verse 3]
It takes a lot of gall to try to please
These dehumanizing entities
I befriended all my enemies
They had my back against the wall
Well, they’d better save some space for me
In that growing cottage industry
Where selfishness is currency
People spend more than they make
[Verse 2]
So I wrapped my head in bandages
From the string of happy accidents
I guess maybe I asked for it
But who am I to say?
[Pre-Chorus 1]
The closing bell death tolls, hear the market crash
A crying trader swears he’ll get out of the game
The cowboy drinks himself to death fresh out of rehab
While they’re loading all the rifles on the range
[Chorus 1]
Look up at that Everest, look down in that Mariana Trench
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down when the big one hits
Look out for the plainclothes, look out for what the wiretap knows
Look out on the ever-widening money trail and where it goes
[Verse 3]
It takes a lot of gall to try to please
These dehumanizing entities
I befriended all my enemies
They had my back against the wall
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