Shifting Basslines of the Cornucopians

It's a great time to be alive If only you got some funds Cut up the laws, break down the rules Cross all boundaries, open piracy Risks that treat lands deplete Sell off shorts, markets contort Darkroom sharks, boardroom darts Clear the shelves, fill golden sacks This indoctrination of fiscal harassment Overwhelms the safe and just place we inhabit Oh, hedge fund! Shifting baselines, to Gerrymander Offshore cravings, inshore degrading Insider hedges, steepers pleach Oh gated retreats to private beaches Oh grab low fruit in easy reach It's a great time to be alive for a Cornucopian It's a great time to be alive If you own your own hedge fund It's a great time to be alive, for a Cornucopian There's no harmony in this world When we're strapped to the fiscal fornical There's no harmony in this world When bets are that it's all gone It's a great time to be alive for a Cornucopian It's a great time to be alive If you own your own hedge fund (It's a great time to be alive) (It's a great time to be alive) Call me the Town Crier Call me the Big Liar Call me the Town Crier Turn on the Drumfire Call me the Town Crier Call me the Big Liar What I say now, Town Crier Sometimes you're the pigeon But sometimes you're the statue Bell me now Town Crier Bell me now Big Liar They say why join the Navy When you can dress like a pirate Turn off the Drumfire