Broken Parachute - Bottom Line

Bottom Line

Bottom Line
Music and Lyrics: Marcus Taylor

Big city, hot shot, waiting at the country club.
Just picking at a burger and fries.
Don’t blink, try not to think, wash the pills down with a drink,
And tell yourself some more of them lies.

High noon, we must consume, and no-one think of doom or gloom.
While drowning in a liquid lunch,
Stand tall in the shopping mall, waiting for the sky to fall,
How far will your credit crunch?

Splash the cash,
In the crazy time,
But you can’t bail yourself out,
From the bottom,
From the bottom line.

Wall Street, naked greed, we’re bleeding dry at lightning speed.
No-one’s sure how long we’ll last.
So get pissed, you narcissist, kissing the economists,
While banks are taking all our cash.

Get rich, never flinch, drop the bomb and hurry on,
Try to be the first out the door.
Maybe I’m deranged, with climate change, cos mother nature’s feeling strange,
I don’t think she can take any more.

Splash the cash
In the crazy time,
But you can’t bail yourself out,
From the bottom,
From the bottom line.

© Marcus Taylor, 2013.