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Well they’d better save some space for me In that growing cottage industry Where selfishness is currency People spend more than they make 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 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 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 It takes a lot of gall SongtexteTo try to please These dehumanizing entities I befriended all my enemies They had my back against the wall Oh a coward is What a coward does I suppose maybe I always was But I’m sick of it I’ve had enough And now I’m ready for the war The lion bows his head down To the ringmaster With the tightrope stretched so high Above the crowd All these faces are contortionists It must have hurt Because they all looked as unhappy As a clown Look long at that Stonehenge Look quick is it something you missed Look in to that smoldering building’s bombed out fog Until it finally lifts Look up at that big wave Look down at your other brother’s grave Look hard for a harder something to sacrifice That’s what it takes That’s what it takes Look up at that Everest Look down in that Mariana Trench Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down Oh when the big one hits Look out for the plainclothes Speak soft what the wiretap knows Look out on that ever-widening money trail And where it goes Where does it go? Aus Songtexte Mania