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

To 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?