Echo! the Economy
Echo! The Economy
What's that I hear? Silence from the empty pockets of beggars
Echo! The Economy
What's that I see? a fortune to be made to be sold
Echo! The Economy
What's that I smell? ... The soles of rotting desperation from walking zombies in 9 to 5 attire
Echo! The Economy
Pandering for cash it's all a mad gamble
My poker face is shown by lack of humility
These time are hard, but so is the pavement of these streets
Echo! The Economy
And make the hopes of tears soar
The chiming of Wallstreet calls
Balance our self-hate, we don't even love money or we would keep it near and dear
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