Fall, Fall Wall Street

Content ID: 3075 | by Punk

Fall, Fall Wall Street

Money is not worth anything – not twenties, tens or fives.
We’ve stripped always the lifeblood that made these man men thrive.
No gasoline for their limousines
No bullets for their guns
No traipsing off to little wars and killing just for fun

The crash that came on Wall Street resounded with a roar, crushing greedy business lords lunching with fat whores.
The crash that came on Wall Street welcomed one and all as soon as the masses are informed of the implications of the fall.
Profit margins don’t exist when there is nothing left to sell, just a chance to subsist in their own impoverished hell.

No caviar for their parties, barely bread enough for their kids.
It hasn’t quite struck home yet, this is something that they did.

Fall, Fall Wall Street

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