Them big, smart, highly-paid, white, male bankers
Are holding on to the trough with all their might,
But they've sold all the brick for straw.
Sooner or later, somebody's going to notice
There's no there there any more,
No matter how much money
You slip over the transom or under the door.
Are holding on to the trough with all their might,
But they've sold all the brick for straw.
Sooner or later, somebody's going to notice
There's no there there any more,
No matter how much money
You slip over the transom or under the door.