Bang bang
Went the tools of the trade
A darkened alley where silence is made
A hat for respect
And a coat that has room
For anything that happens to call for a boom
Dirt was nurtured
As a reminder of home
Things get pushed back with some grease and a comb
Raising the profits
As a means to an end
Calling on colleagues wearing faces of friends
Nothing that breaks ever stops to unbend
And you are the hero that money defends
People will wish you a horrible death
In bland editorials and under their breath
The children are watching
We all act polite
Little ones turning their fright to delight
The danger intoxicates
The riches consume
So every small second when left in their room
They dream of the politics
The sentencing structure
Wondering if they might be able to rupture
A similar industry
In just half the time
We surprise with a dollar
Disappoint with a dime
There's no self investment
Only suckers do that!
We teach with a wink and an open palm pat
We slap you in headlines
But secretly caress
Your powerful likeness
Your virtue and dress
A family man
Living larger than life
We don't even care if you're faithful to wife
You reached out and grabbed what you thought you could take
Something that ripples eventually wakes
Stirring the fantasies loose in the brains
Of interested minds building ladders and cranes
Until thoughts bubble over
On claiming a throne
You may have made off
But you're no Al Capone
No pirate, no bootlegger
That's some good company!
You're alive in small dreams
Of investment strategy
As one's coming up
Another goes down
Collecting the riches
To pass all around
And now shuffle shuffle
All the papers and stamps
It's the same bullet holes
And the oil for lamps
An interesting choice
For weapon and wealth
Cheers to the robbers
And here's to good health
Also, here's to the scamps
Who have nothing but time
And the hope that the fall is as good as the climb
--
3/16/09
Went the tools of the trade
A darkened alley where silence is made
A hat for respect
And a coat that has room
For anything that happens to call for a boom
Dirt was nurtured
As a reminder of home
Things get pushed back with some grease and a comb
Raising the profits
As a means to an end
Calling on colleagues wearing faces of friends
Nothing that breaks ever stops to unbend
And you are the hero that money defends
People will wish you a horrible death
In bland editorials and under their breath
The children are watching
We all act polite
Little ones turning their fright to delight
The danger intoxicates
The riches consume
So every small second when left in their room
They dream of the politics
The sentencing structure
Wondering if they might be able to rupture
A similar industry
In just half the time
We surprise with a dollar
Disappoint with a dime
There's no self investment
Only suckers do that!
We teach with a wink and an open palm pat
We slap you in headlines
But secretly caress
Your powerful likeness
Your virtue and dress
A family man
Living larger than life
We don't even care if you're faithful to wife
You reached out and grabbed what you thought you could take
Something that ripples eventually wakes
Stirring the fantasies loose in the brains
Of interested minds building ladders and cranes
Until thoughts bubble over
On claiming a throne
You may have made off
But you're no Al Capone
No pirate, no bootlegger
That's some good company!
You're alive in small dreams
Of investment strategy
As one's coming up
Another goes down
Collecting the riches
To pass all around
And now shuffle shuffle
All the papers and stamps
It's the same bullet holes
And the oil for lamps
An interesting choice
For weapon and wealth
Cheers to the robbers
And here's to good health
Also, here's to the scamps
Who have nothing but time
And the hope that the fall is as good as the climb
--
3/16/09
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