Laura Jane Grace - Golden Parachutes lyrics

Services that don't exist Swapping the derivatives When you're betting on both red and black It's dealer's choice the deck is always stacked Now he runs the company Cable news celebrity They put him on the front of Forbes He parades the bull like he's a matador It's a frat house full of silver spoons Watching p**nography of busts and booms It's a locker room of CEOs Telling dirty jokes They're all betting men who never lose And float away on golden parachutes It's a bonus not a shake down And they're worth every penny In my bank account Now that you're too big to fail You'll never have to go to jail When you own it you can rob the bank A bloated Dillinger a spray-tanned Jesse James It's a frat house full of silver spoons Watching p**nography of busts and booms It's a locker room of CFOs Telling racist jokes They're all betting men who never lose And float away on golden parachutes And if Main Street wants a hand out In their underwater houses let them drown