Rich Bastards Incorporated
Smug and self satisfied
Counting their riches
Drunk on their pride
Failure’s their talisman
Profit from grief
Got the predictions wrong?
Act like a thief!

Better to prophesise
The weather next week
Nothing much left in
This world for the meek
Evil is tempting
Impossible credit
No matter your sacrifice
They will still get it

Too big to fail they say
Too small to share
If there’s a buck to make
Sure, they’ll be there
Rich Bastards Incorporated
Won’t care about you
Devils don’t want your souls
Money will do.

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