all these hands
reaching out for more money
more than I have
in this wallet of mine
you can ransack my home
but I'll tell you buddy
but there's just no more money
for anybody to find
not one single cent
not one penny is found
in my bank account
in my credit limit
there's no change in my pocket
for making a sound
if you're thinking about debt
man, I'm sinking in it
so let’s drink to those
with our best interests at heart
and hope for the courage
to make a new start
you can pour me a beer
and tell me some schmaltz
while we dance to
the bankruptcy waltz
dance one two three
whoops, there goes the savings
lost in an satchel
of financial distress
dance while the
economy's masturbating
where the dollars will come from
is anyone's guess
so raise a glass to the bankers
the economists, too
all those who drink
of political wine
but keep one eye open
whatever you do
'cause smiling faces
can sometimes tell lies
so let’s drink to those
with our best interests at heart
and hope for the courage
to make a new start
as we stumble on through
this financial assault
while we dance to
the bankruptcy waltz
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