Tiny little men
In their tiny little suits
Go to the office
Of the Institute
To rob from the poor
And give to the rich
And leave them naked
Without a stitch
They’ve got no hearts
They’ve got no souls
Their brains are riddled
With gopher holes
They have a mantra
“More! More! More!”
They’re Wall Street wonks
To the very core
Leveraged buyouts
Inside trades
Ain’t like selling
Lemonade
They’re after swag
However it comes
They’ll cheat you outta
Your bubble gum
But a day will dawn
When the tiny little men
Won’t be coming
Back again
