Bubbles from El Pulpo by John Davis & the Cicadas

You’re such a soapsud - I watch you float
You’re such a soapsud - Don’t try and gloat
You could be housing or S and L
Or maybe dot com, it’s hard to tell -
I know you well
Public pensions: gambling chips
Played as the market soars and dips
On rumors and tips

I watch your pretty bubbles
turning into grime
A bailout on the double
and in the nick of time
I watch your pretty bubbles
right before they burst
They’re shiny, full of trouble;
to taste them causes thirst

First it was Paul and Alan,
then Janet after Ben
They all bend over and back again,
over and back again
For astronomic rates of return
I find it comic: they say they’re earned
Take a look, who gets burned
Noise trading swaptions,
delayed write downs
Backdating options, decayed downtowns
Smashing and grabbing, buy out with debt
The Drexel Gang has come to collect
Look out you could be next

I watch your pretty bubbles
turning into grime
You sit on top of rubble,
you’re the king of crime
We taste your pretty bubbles
stuck inside our throats
The parties working for you
bring us your ransom note
I watch your pretty bubbles
turning into grime
A bailout on the double
and in the nick of time
I watch your pretty bubbles
right before they burst
They’re shiny, full of trouble,
to taste them causes thirst

The campaign trail ends at your door
They want the cash inside your drawer
They straighten ties and check their watch
They’re wearing cufflinks, drinking scotch

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