[Lyric] Shifting Basslines Of The Cornucopians (Snapped Ankles)

[Intro]
It's a great time to be alive if you only had some funds

[Verse 1]
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

[Break]
This indoctrination of fiscal harassment
Overwhelms the safe and just place we inhabit
Oh, hedge fund!

[Verse 2]
Shifting baselines, to Gerrymander
Offshore cravings, inshore degrading
Insider hedges, steepers pleach
Gated retreats to private beaches
Grab low fruit in easy reach
[Bridge]
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)

[Outro]
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
Call me the Town Crier
Call me the Big Liar
Sometimes you're the pigeon, 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