Lyrics:

Services that don’t exist
Swapping the derivatives
When you’re betting on both red and black
It’s dealer’s choice the deck is always stacked

Now he runs the company
Cable news celebrity
They put him on the front of Forbes
He parades the bull like he’s a matador

It’s a frat house full of silver spoons
Watching pornography of busts and booms
It’s a locker room of CEOs
Telling dirty jokes

They’re all betting men who never lose
And float away on golden parachutes
It’s a bonus not a shake down
And they’re worth every penny
In my bank account

Now that you’re too big to fail
You’ll never have to go to jail
When you own it you can rob the bank
A bloated Dillinger a spray-tanned Jesse James

It’s a frat house full of silver spoons
Watching pornography of busts and booms
It’s a locker room of CFOs
Telling racist jokes

They’re all betting men who never lose
And float away on golden parachutes
And if Main Street wants a hand out
In their underwater houses let them drown