Wall Street Hooligans

I see your white collar,
Under piles of red tape.
Getting away with murder,
Loot, theft and rape.
You’re unflappable,
Incorrigible,
You’re The Man.

You bought the world,
And now that it’s been sold.
You’ve got time on your hands,
To get a shiny new soul.
Sooner or later,
You’ll think you’re finally whole.
But that’s impossible,
Coz you’re The Man.

You have friends in high places,
Dark hearts and smiling faces.
You bet your money,
On high-stake rat races.
But sooner or later,
The cards will crash down.
You’ll still rise again,
Coz you’re The Man.

You’ll find a pretty dame,
Who will give you fake love.
She likes the size of your wallet,
It fits her like a glove.
One of these days,
Your wife will find out.
But it doesn’t matter,
Coz you’re The Man.

You feel you’re quite immune,
Safely on the wheels of good fortune.
Soon you’ll sing a different tune,
When we take it all back.

You’ll see when you fall down,
As we crush your plastic crown.
You’ll walk all the way round,
In feathers and tar.
You’re not invincible,
Not untouchable.
You’re just a man.