Wall Street
Bodies buried in paper
Shards of a calendar falling to the floor
and you can’t lift a finger
to change the result of your impending doom
You’ve been sick since December
The antibiotics could not compete with the
Cellular vigor of germs that would die
if you took a day off from your week
And you don’t work on Wall Street
No one can say that you’re in the palm of their hand
and it’s just what you wanted
The world pressing on your, and I don’t think you can stand
You could use an assistant
Someone with skirts that are short and legs that are long
She could keep you together
multi-task multi-tasking and coffee strong
But I’m not that assistant
I won’t work evenings and weekends to pick up your slack
You should take a vacation
But pride works overtime and always holds you back
And you don’t work on Wall Street
No one can say that you’re in the palm of their hand
and it’s just what you wanted
The world pressing on your, and I don’t think you can stand
Shards of a calendar falling to the floor
and you can’t lift a finger
to change the result of your impending doom
You’ve been sick since December
The antibiotics could not compete with the
Cellular vigor of germs that would die
if you took a day off from your week
And you don’t work on Wall Street
No one can say that you’re in the palm of their hand
and it’s just what you wanted
The world pressing on your, and I don’t think you can stand
You could use an assistant
Someone with skirts that are short and legs that are long
She could keep you together
multi-task multi-tasking and coffee strong
But I’m not that assistant
I won’t work evenings and weekends to pick up your slack
You should take a vacation
But pride works overtime and always holds you back
And you don’t work on Wall Street
No one can say that you’re in the palm of their hand
and it’s just what you wanted
The world pressing on your, and I don’t think you can stand
