Procol Harum - Wall Street Blues

You bought the pitch The whole nine yards The shiny dream The house of cards But now your dream’s Gone down the drain The house of cards A house of pain They promised riches Over-night They stitched you up It hurts alright They took your money An’ your shoes And now you’ve got The Wall Street blues You bought the dream New lamps for old You thought the streets Were paved with gold They filled your hands With tinsel and glitter It tasted sweet But soon turned bitter You took the bait They reeled you in An’ now the future’s Lookin’ grim They took your money And your shoes And now you’ve got The Wall Street blues They said the market Could never go down They took your savings And then left town They couldn’t have done it Without your greed They only satisfied A need You tried to make An easy buck They pulled the plug And now you’re stuck They took your money And your shoes I guess you’ve got The Wall Street blues