depressed, the headlines have
me sinking in despair, is there
no way out, i am stressed

i turn the page

wall street took another blow
the dow hit a five year low
icelandic boss, shakes his head
says coolly, sorry for the billion dollar loss

i turn the page

i’m confused by the news
of banks that refuse to give
the people back their money,
this shit isn’t funny, if it were
you or i, they’d take our homes
our cars, our color TV’s
leave us living in the street
to beg, borrow, and steal
to make the ends meet

i turn the page

the words don’t get any better,
investment banker stands before
congress, smiles like the Cheshire
Cat, he says i confess i made a fucking
mess and left the economy and the
taxpayer to discover they’re in a
fucking quagmire from which they’ll not
soon recover, i guess i’ll retire,
live out my days flying across the airways,
from paris to milan to catch the ballets
with the money i took from the company
as i watched the MTHR FCKR
burn to the ground, while me and
the boys played another round

i turn the page

we’ve gone from economic enjoyment
to mass unemployment, pundits predict
millions of people will loose their jobs
victims of the meltdown, engineered by
a few clowns at the top of the hill
politicians think they can fix this with a bill

i turn the page

people are bracing for hard times
there’s chaos in the stores, folks
rushing to buy cases of lager on
sale for a fiver so they can go home
and sit on the sofa and sulk and
watch reruns of MacGyver, they
make empty toasts to prosperity past
and hope the bad times won’t last

i turn the page