Mariana Trench

Well, they better save some space for me
 In that growing cottage industry
 Where selfishness is currency
 People spend more than they make
 So I wrapped my head in bandages
 From the string of happy accidents
 I guess maybe I asked for it
 But who am I to say?
 The closing bell death tolls
 Hear the market crash
 A crying trader swears he'll get out of the game
 The cowboy drinks himself to death
 Fresh out of rehab
 While they're loading all the rifles on the range
 Look up at that Everest
 Look down in that Mariana Trench
 Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down
 Oh, when the big one hits
 Look out for the plainclothes
 Look out for what the wiretap knows
 Look out on the ever-widening money trail and where it goes
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 It takes a lot of gall to try to please
 These dehumanizing entities
 I befriended all my enemies
 They had my back against the wall
 Oh, a coward is what a coward does
 I suppose maybe I always was
 But I'm sick of it, I've had enough
 And now I'm ready for the war
 The lion bows his head down to the ringmaster
 With the tightrope stretched so high above the crowd
 All these faces are contortionists, it must have hurt
 'Cause they all looked as unhappy as a clown
 Look long at that Stonehenge
 Look quick, is it something you missed?
 Look into that smoldering building's bombed out fog
 Until it finally lifts
 Look up at that big wave
 Look down at your other brother's grave
 Look hard for a harder something to sacrifice
 That's what it takes, that's what it takes
 That's what it takes (mhmm)
 That's what it takes, ha
 That's what it takes, ha, ha, ha, ha
 Look up at that Everest
 Look down in that Mariana Trench
 Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down
 Oh, when the big one hits
 Look out for the plainclothes
 Speak soft what the wiretap knows
 Look out on that ever-widening money trail and where it goes
 Where does it go?