I like to scream, yes, yes
As my group of stocks is seen
On a screwed up down day off in a blight,
Any trace of gain is slight,
Lose more, drink beer
To the greed that fed the fear.

Well, you won't grow what
You can't find
Why don't you come with me on a whirl
On a tragic market ride
Well, you won't grow what you can't see
Why don't you kill your dreams like me
Be a bum on the street with no money

Close your eyes, world
Crooked lies, world
As the stocks just make you pay

Last night I had a bunch of stocks
In a rich 401k
Before the market turned on me
Well, someone came and took my gains away
I looked
Around
To the poorhouse I am bound

Well, you won't grow what
You can't find
Why don't you come with me on a whirl
On a tragic market ride
Well, you won't grow what you can't see
Why don't you kill your dreams like me
Retiement's hard with no money.

Close your eyes, world
Crooked lies, world
As the stocks just make you pay