Shifting Basslines of the Cornucopians Songtext
von Snapped Ankles

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