Market Forces

And fuck your police, and fuck your police!
*Clapping and cheering*
I was a millionaire, I knew it
Had my money in a hedge fund so I couldn’t get to it
There was kids starvin' everywhere and I knew it
People sleepin' in the streets under my feet and I didn’t give a shit
Just got me a sheet of bulletproof glass
Through which they never gonna pass and never get through it
Keep 'em outta my sight, outta the light, in the night!
So only they could see right through it
Then, splash, flash, the market crashed
And my hedge fund manager, he so blew it
So I kicked his had in, flushed his face down the toilt
Pulled his body out, cut it up and boiled it
Now he’s potage du jour in the Wall Street diner, and I’m in Shanghai, China
And I got my five-star, gold-card, bank-executive excuse
My alibi is perfect, Mister Murdoch
It’ll get me through it!
I’ll just say, «Rupert, I just killed a pinko, socialist, communist, anarchist,
-lovin', child-molestin', homosexual, vegan, greenie, arsonist Arab spy
But it’s okay, and you know why?
He’ll just say market forces made me do it
Rupert, I just killed a Greenpeace protestor. Market forces made me do it!