There's a battle going down on Wall Street for the numbers on the screen
Where bankers pace around the floor trying to process everything
The money comes, the money goes, it's such a twisted game
Because all around the world there's people starving
They call it The Market, it used to be for slaves
Where planters could purchase laborers back in the cotton days
Now it's imaginary money that just moves from place to place
And everybody's thirsty for the taste
There's profits derived from weapons burning bodies overseas
Profits derived from prisons destroying families
Profits derived from child labor in the South Pacific
Profits derived from keeping people sick
All you do is invest some a bit and hope it takes you far
Don't worry how lucrative these really company's really are
Just invest your money in the companies that that profit's coming to
What's good for the company is good for you
People used to invest in the slave trade
And they got huge plots of land with the money that they made
Now they invest in the corporate race and the outcomes much the same
They get rich and easily avoid the blame
In Argentina the stock people forecasted a crash
So investors pulled their out and the economy collapsed
They wanted to suck that profit up before it was too late
Invisible hands controlled the country's fate
When the gavel knocks it's over and they do home for the day
While investors around the world have people re-define their plays
Your rent, your food, your wages, they create the price right here
Based by economic forecasts and fear
There's a battle going down on Wall Street for the numbers on the screen
Where bankers pace around the floor trying to process everything
Imaginary money defining how we live
This is what they call modern achievement
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