Desperate Wall Street
Why don't you come to your senses
You've been out fencing messes
For so long now
That cash that you've stolen
is the debt we are holdin
and will hurt us somehow.

Don't you sell the sub prime mortgages
She'll beat you if she's able.
You know that energy is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the ones
That you can't get.

Desperare Wall Street,
Ohhhh you aint getting no younger.
Your pain and your hunger,
They're driving you home.
And freedom, ohh freedom.
Well that's just some people talking.
Your prison is a hundred mil in your Swiss account.


Et Tu AIG?