The Shell Corporation - Quantitative Sleazing lyrics

Do you remember in September 08 when the whole thing came undone? When Wallstreet's chickens came home to roost and it looked like their race was run? Enter stage right Uncle Ben and his merry men to save the day They robbed from the poor and they gave to the rich And they made sure their bonuses got paid The game is set so give up hope This rising tide will sink all boats Rome's on fire and there's no help for us So grab your fiddles and join on the chorus The sirens wail the tide is out So grab your boards we'll paddle out And ride this f**er in, all the way to hell Let's party down it's too late to stop The other shoe is about to drop So let's ride this f**er in All the way back down, straight to hell Recession? What recession? It's a goddamned depression But they won't admit it yet So there's still no work and it's been four years “But look at the stock market!” How many bankers lost their jobs? How many CEOs are out on the streets? Congress dressed up as Rose of Sharon And let them s**le at the government teat We've paid the banker and we paid the miser Now there's no money left to pay the piper Rome's on fire and there's no hope for us So grab your fiddle and join on the chorus…