May 14, 2007 03:45
loose lips sink ships but i've got my
head screwed on backwards and the purse strings drawn shut
and you ain't got naught but pennies from millionaires you
slave and sweat and break your back daily for
and all this momentum and you're all in
you're so broke and broken and broken spirited and backwards
and the whole damn pyramid is crashing down
in a grand illusion you bet your last two pennies on
You lose.
Bitch slapped by the invisible hand
try again next time son, there are forces here
at work you can't compete with. Short stacked in futures
and aren't we all when you have no
future.
You only have the now.
and you sell yourself now.
and you'll sell yourself later.