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(Hammill)

You got some in a speculative venture,
you got some stock in a bond,
you stretched out by the terms of debenture,
the is on...
You chase the in eternal corrida,
the thought of loss is than you can bear,
you scan the for a market leader,
a tip and a prayer,
You see daylight:
comes on the City so soon.
You say you are a capitalist,
but you to a different tune.
Jobs for the and dole for the shop-floor;
rationalize, the assets and run
If the contract stalls, then just got to cop more, ain't Monopoly fun?
You made some pretty deals the way,
and Faust are in accord.
When the revolution comes you may be away,
but I bet end up on the board...

the money.
the money.

Sometime in the you may realize that the day
you made your to follow money as a goal was
you darkest that, since then, you have
venerated figures as and, for you,
are just pawns.

But that deal includes
you're just an asset the rest,
and you, too, stripped naked, beg the
not to put you to the
got no further use for you
Now, there is on the floor.

money-computers chatter privately.
No any more.

the money.