Wallstreet was my playground
In my young life, I was burning tons of cash
Alcohol, drugs and women made my nights
But I was thirsty of cash and I crossed the line
I was a young and successful cash boy
When crisis arises, I got in trouble
Junk bonds were worth less than a grain of sand
And suddenly world was falling apart and friends disappeared
My banker shot me with a gun
I’m now a poor lonesome cash boy
Wounded, I fell of the ground
And I was pushed to live in the desert
The wind of fear blowing on my face
I know misery, and it’s time to hang myself on a tree
I’ll be a dead poor lonesome cash boy