The banker blows up spontaneously;
Combusts a cabbie who just happens to be
Standing waiting.
Chars the handbags of witnesses.

The scene is bleak, but incomplete.
There’s a world in the sewer underneath Wall Street.
The rats are waiting for the Dow to close.
The rats are bundling options.

Options. Options. They got lots and lots of options.

We’re all on fire in my dreams.
There’s a rat in a suit in the flooded street
With a stopwatch. He says,
“Your time’s almost up.

“We got deals to do. You got fates to seal.
So bon voyage. Keep it real.”
The rats and the roaches and the ants survive,
When the sapiens leave nuthin’ else alive.

They dance, dance, dance.

You’ll never know just what you’ve got
‘Til you’ve destroyed it all.
Willfully blind to all the signs
That come before the fall.

“A single tree is all they need.”
That’s what you tell yourself.
But it’s your greed that’s sells us all
Along the road to hell.

The vaults of the banks give way in the heat,
And bullion rolls into the street,
Sinkin’, fadin’,
As moneymen dive to save ’em.

The rat in the suit lets out a laugh,
Watching the greedy breathe their last,
Their pockets filled with fools’ gold,
Too heavy to come up.

But they’re rich, Bitch. Rich.

You’ll never know just what you’ve got
‘Til you’ve destroyed it all.
You went all in on cashin’ in’
Before we hit the wall.

A single tree was all we needed,
To hear you tell.
We’ve heard it all. Don’t ask for help
Along the road to Hell.

The ocean swallows Wall Street;
Fills the pews at Trinity,
And in between the tombstones flow
The remnants of portfolios.

The city is a new Atlantis.
You planned, but you never planned for this,
Trapped in your safe room under the sea,
Staring at your water and MREs.

C’mon, breathe, breathe, breathe!

You’ll never know just what you’ve lost,
‘Cause you ignored it all.
This is your prize for all the lies
You told before the fall.

You sold your soul to get more gold
Before the closing bell.
The Devil doesn’t do returns
Along the road to Hell.