Home, Home on the Street
SEC Commissioner Cox claims he's going to investigate the investigators who didn't properly investigate Bernie Madoff. But isn't Commissioner Cox the head investigator? Jeepers, I'm confused.
Oh give me a home
where the bull-shitters roam
and Commissioner Cox
looks the other way.
Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and the liars
have all of the say.
Home, home on the Street,
where the cons and the swindlers play,
where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and dereg is the rule of the day.
Oh give me a scheme
with profits that seem
to come magically
from within my black box.
Where the rubes are forsaken
and all get taken
and Commissioner Cox is a lox.
Home, home, on the Street
where the investors always get beat.
Where the tables are tilted
and 401K's get wilted
and widows and orphans
bleed and bleat.
Let's pretend if we will
our hands aren't in the till
and our markets
truly are free
and the blindfold
on Justice
was put there by Norquist
so we all can escape
Scot free.
Home, home, on the Street,
where the bonuses
cannot be beat.
Where insiders own
the deed to your home
and plea bargains
are sweeter than sweet.
Now that W's a lame duck
all our income streams suck
and we're worried about Obama.
So we're taking your millions
your billions and trillions
and lighting out
for Bahama.
Home home on the Street
where the crooks and the lobbyists meet
where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and investors' blood runs in the street.
Oh give me a home
where the bull-shitters roam
and Commissioner Cox
looks the other way.
Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and the liars
have all of the say.
Home, home on the Street,
where the cons and the swindlers play,
where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and dereg is the rule of the day.
Oh give me a scheme
with profits that seem
to come magically
from within my black box.
Where the rubes are forsaken
and all get taken
and Commissioner Cox is a lox.
Home, home, on the Street
where the investors always get beat.
Where the tables are tilted
and 401K's get wilted
and widows and orphans
bleed and bleat.
Let's pretend if we will
our hands aren't in the till
and our markets
truly are free
and the blindfold
on Justice
was put there by Norquist
so we all can escape
Scot free.
Home, home, on the Street,
where the bonuses
cannot be beat.
Where insiders own
the deed to your home
and plea bargains
are sweeter than sweet.
Now that W's a lame duck
all our income streams suck
and we're worried about Obama.
So we're taking your millions
your billions and trillions
and lighting out
for Bahama.
Home home on the Street
where the crooks and the lobbyists meet
where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and investors' blood runs in the street.