| Lyrics: | You got some shares in a speculative venture,
you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond,
you
stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,
the game is on....
You chase the bulls in
eternal corrida,
the thought of loss is more than you can bear,
you scan the index for a
market leader,
a tip and a prayer.
You better see daylight:
night comes on the
City so soon.
You say you are a christian capitalist,
but you dance to a different
tune.
Jobs for the boys and dole for the shop-floor;
rationalize, strip the assets
and run.
If the contract stalls,
then you've just got to cop more,
ain't Monopoly
fun?
You made some pretty deals along the way,
Judas and Faust are in accord.
When
the revolution comes you may be blown away,
but I bet you'll end up on the
board....
Only the money.
Only the money.
Sometime in the future you may
realise that the day
you made your decision to follow money as a goal
was you darkest
dawn and that, since then, you have
venerated figures as deities and, for you,
people are
just pawns.
But that deal includes you:
you're just an asset like the rest
and
you, too, stripped naked,
beg the Money-God not to put you to the test.
He's got no
further use for you.
Now, there is silence on the floor.
Clever money-computers
chatter privately.
No people any more.
Only the money |
