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Verse 1
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss
The more things change
The more confused we become
We settled for inferiority
Knowing that was the worst choice we could make
The medicine man prescribes poison to us
Yet we fail to understand why we always get sick
Popping pills like candy is today's cure
But is your choice of flavour really your prerogative?

Verse 2
The ship which we are on is slowly sinking
And the precarious situation we have places ourselves in
Has more holes than a golf course
What we all need to do
Is get down on our knees and pray
Our safe houses and panic rooms
Will crumble to the ground
If we don't open our eyes soon
Will choosing to be blind save us from witnessing catastrophe?

Bridge
What currency will you invest in?
What method of diversification will you employ?
Is your portfolio a strong one?
Are your assets your liabilities?
Which bank will maintain all your holdings?
Will my funds ever be depleted?
Insider trading is to be welcomed

Chorus
You don't know what you're talking about
Don't tell me what to do
You're no bigger than me
You don't know what you're talking about
You are not my saviour
I'll never believe in you

Written by B. (March 2009)
Copyright 2009