Wild Bill croons his impatience with your impatience with imperial meltdown.
They’re selling stories of the meltdown
The Titanic sails at dawn
The halls of Congress are filled with lobbyists
The curtains are all drawn
Here comes the finance commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the wall street broker
The other is in your pants
& Obama, disguised as Robin Hood
With his friends too big to fail
Signed a bill an hour ago
To keep them out of jail
You would not think to look at him
That he was liberal long ago
Now he’s playing with the 1%
On foreclosed nation row
The empire we’ve never had
Is steeply in decline
We have to rearrange the districts
In case the Democrats get a spine
Our demographics are collapsing
soon there’ll be more Salma Hayaks
than Matt Damons
we’re gonna have to merge with china
or maybe just the Caymans
And the only job that’s left
After the corporations go
Is Bain and company sweeping up
On outsourced nation row
Yes, I received your email yesterday
About the day the system broke
When you asked me if I would fix it
Was that some kind of joke?
All these bankers that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’ve got game
They had to rearrange their portfolios
To avoid your lawsuit claim
Right now the country don’t look too good
Don’t send me no more petitions no
Not unless you mail them
from
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