01/28/2009 02:27 pm ET Updated May 25, 2011

Masters of Debt (with apologies to Bob Dylan)

Come you masters of debt
You that owe the big bucks
You that sell off your shares
To some other rich fucks
You that mismanage funds
You that mishandle loans
I just want you know
I see through your Dow Jones

You that never done nothin'
That was not based in greed
You want a free market
You want me to believe
Except when you fuck up
Except when you fail
Then with my taxpayer dollars
You expect a bail

Like Bear Stearns of old
You overextend
Economic growth
Then comes to an end
I see through your whining
I see through your jive
Like I saw through McCain and
The whole Keating Five

How much do I know
To talk equity
I don't understand sub-prime
Or the FDIC
But there's one thing I know
Though knowledge I lack
I would never lend money to
People who can't pay it back

Let me ask you one question
Is your credit that good
Could it buy back Lehman Brothers
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your carnage is through
Even Alan Greenspan would never
Forgive what you do

I shouldn't get mad
And I shouldn't care
I know there's no money
For universal health care
Or for education
Or ending the war
But the billions for you guys
Just sticks in my craw

From John Marshall's rock and roll web magazine, Hey hey, my my, rock and roll can never die. Unless it's killed by American Idol.