Revival

Pissing and moaning, sighing and groaning

We sit here and cry in our beer.

Why me? Ask we, to the man in the sky

And to all most willing to hear.

 

Our toys they are many, our food it is plenty

Yet we buckle in woeful depression.

As we think of lost gold and bonus untold

In this last goddamned recession!

 

But thanks be to our name we have lost not the game

As our House puppet friends will save us.

The presses will run as they steal from our son

But our asses will shine from the gift that they gave us.

 

Next time we’ve learned to be careful

And not overboard our greed

We’ll steal just the same (of course) but we must change our name

And adapt to the new ‘social’ breed

 

We’ll start a foundation and give to the needy

We’ll stop all the shit that made us look greedy

A full 10% we will give to the poor, of that we can assure

The 90 that’s left? Expenses not theft

And of course as an onus, the large Christmas bonus.

 

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