(Hammill)
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You got some shares in a speculative venture,
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you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond,
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you stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,
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the game is on...
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You chase the bulls in eternal corrida,
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the thought of loss is more than you can bear,
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you scan the index for a market leader,
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a tip and a prayer,
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You better see daylight:
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night comes on the City so soon.
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You say you are a christian capitalist,
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but you dance to a different tune.
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Jobs for the boys and dole for the shop-floor;
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rationalize, strip the assets and run
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If the contract stalls, then you've just got to cop more, ain't Monopoly fun?
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You made some pretty deals along the way,
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Judas and Faust are in accord.
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When the revolution comes you may be blown away,
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but I bet you'll end up on the board...
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Only the money.
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Only the money.
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Sometime in the future you may realize that the day
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you made your decision to follow money as a goal was
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you darkest dawn--and that, since then, you have
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venerated figures as deities; and, for you,
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people are just pawns.
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But that deal includes you:
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you're just an asset like the rest,
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and you, too, stripped naked, beg the Money-God
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not to put you to the test
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He's got no further use for you
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Now, there is silence on the floor.
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Clever money-computers chatter privately.
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No people any more.
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Only the money.
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