Real Wise Yuppie

Real wise yuppie and I sold my soul
Got a Porsche in one hand and a pot of gold
Snort bulk coke 'cause my heart’s mighty cold
Look really groovy but I feel really old, yeah
There’s gold in your eyes, dear Lord
You can’t see the flock for the dollar signs
Our God, he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still, yeah
Real wise yuppie and there ain’t nothing left
Wall Street’s crashed, it’s the bottom of the deck
Times are dark they’re gonna get darker yet
Decline and fall of the television set
There’s gold in your eyes, dear Lord
You can’t see the flock for the dollar signs
Our God, he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still
Nobody cares about you and me
Well it’s a corporate ripoff monopoly, yeah
Awww, yeah