Pvt. Pinko's Parade Of Parody


Pink Floyd’s Wall Street
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Pink Floyd’s The Wall. It is the greatest epic concept album from one of the greatest rock bands ever. It was a cultural touchstone, an ambitious work of art & theatre, a seminal masterpiece about trauma, alienation & fascism.

And I’ve rewritten it.

Or, one could say, I’ve “remixed” it.

I reframed the album to be about the Great Economic Crisis that we face today, thanks to the greedy pigs at the Wall Street trough & the ideological fools in Washington, D.C.

So I present to you: “Pink Floyd’s Wall Street”.

Because greed is NOT good!

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Pound Of Flesh
Parody of “In the Flesh”

So ya
Thought ya
Might try investing your dough
To feel the grand thrill of delusion
Watch that money grow
Tell ya it’s quite something approaching that shrine
Is this not what you expected to see?
Or had your greed put blinders across your eyes
To the most GIANT HOLE
Man has ever devised?

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Another Prick In Wall Street (Part 1)
Parody of “Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1)”

Money flows across the ocean
Leaves behind a mystery
A hot shot executive minion
Money, what else is there but the deal?
Money, what else did you think they do but steal?
All in all, it was all just pricks in Wall Street
All in all, it was all just pricks in Wall Street

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The Lowest Wages Of Our Live
Parody of “The Happiest Days Of Our Lives”

When we grew up and went to school
We were told if we worked hard we could
Afford to have families & consumer goods
It was an easy decision
Now despite everything we did
We’re exposed in this system
However careful we were, we’re hit
Foreclosed on our homes while fat cats
And sociopathic CEOs would trash the system
While giving themselves high fives

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Another Prick In Wall Street (Part 2)
Parody of “Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2)”

We don’t need no regulation
We don’t need no Fed control
No ethics needed in the boardroom
Leaders, leave our ids alone
Hey leaders, leave our ids alone
All in all, we’re just all pricks in Wall Street
All in all, we’re just all pricks in Wall Street

We don’t need no intervention
We don’t need SEC control
No editorials in the pressroom
Griefers, leave our bids alone
Hey griefers, leave our bids alone
All in all, we’re just more pricks in Wall Street
All in all, we’re just more pricks in Wall Street

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Brother
Parody of “Mother”

Brother, think you can you spare a dime?
Brother, should i commit a white collar crime?
Brother, think the economy is in free fall?
Ooooh aah
Brother, should i invest at all?

Brother, do you trust the President?
Brother, got a bailout from the government?
Brother, where’s the unemployment line?
Ooooh aah
Brother, will everything be fine?

Hush now, Wall Street, don’t you cry
Obama’s gonna make all of your bailouts come true
Obama’s gonna put hundreds of billions into you
Obama’s gonna take you right here under his wing
Let all your bets ride & they won’t cost you a thing
Obama will keep Wall Street safe from the storm
Ooooh babe, ooooh babe, ooooh babe
Of course, Obama’s gonna help out Wall Street

Brother, do ya think the market will hold… this week?
Brother, would you trade US bucks for gold…for cheap?
Brother, will the entire system just fall apart?
Oooh aah
Brother, when i can fill my shopping cart?

Hush now, Wall Street, don’t you cry
Obama’s gonna write a cheque out directly to you
Obama won’t let any tough laws get through
Obama’s gonna make it so you won’t suffer your sins
Obama will always help you to save your own skin
Obama’s gonna keep Wall Street healthy and mean
Ooooh babe, ooooh babe, ooooh babe
You’ll always have a market that’s “free”

Brother, no one’s gonna ruin your high

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Goodbye Poor Guy
Parody of “Goodbye Blue Sky”

Oooooooo ooo ooo ooooh
Did you see what Bernie Madoff’s done?
Did you know the depths Bear Sterns plumbed?
Did you have to squander
Money from your tax shelter
When the market crashed and
Every stock is a sell instead of a buy?

Oooooooo ooo ooooo oooh
Did you see what AIG had done?
Do you know when the recession’ll come?
The con men are long gone
But the game it plays on

Goodbye, poor guy
Goodbye, poor guy
Goodbye
Goodbye

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Empty Houses
Parody of “Empty Spaces”

What shall we do to fill the empty
Houses with the economy in full retreat?
How shall we fill foreclosed places?
How shall we thank Wall Street?

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Bubble Bust
Parody of “Young Lust”

I’m a maker of alloys
Own a business in this town
And these are not good times
When’s the economy gonna rebound?
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 good men
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 girls

This town is turning into a wasteland
Guess the shit has hit the fan
What has happened to this country?
Oh God, it’s unreal!
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 good men
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 girls
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 good men
Ooooooooh, I laid off 30 girls

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As It All Burns
Parody of “One Of My Turns”

Yea after yea, all too blase
Laws are passed by politicians
Right after right, cut without a fight
For some cash in a folder
And you lobbyists are bolder
And stealing doesn’t take a gun anymore

And you can see as it all burns to the ground
You see middle class decay
Fight onto a crumbling freeway
Drive by another slum
Horizon filled with plumes
Until there’s just nothing left
You leave a city ransacked
A soldier of the enlightened
This nation might end in a blaze
But you’re just happy to get paid
You watch yourself go on tv
And get behind all the elites
You’ll make sure they get their way
For good things they always mete
Don’t rock the boat or question why
Don’t stop to think or open your eyes
Just bend over & pull all the stops
In time, you’ll join them at the top
Why throw your success away?

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Deceive Me Now
Parody of “Don’t Leave Me Now”

Ooooh babe
Deceive me now
Don’t say it’s the end of the world
As member of the government
I need your aid
Tell me things will get better
All the money you’ll spend

Ooooh babe
Deceive me now
How easy I’m sold
When you know how I need to
Eat your lies so I can sleep at night

Ooooh babe
Deceive me now
I wouldn’t have it another way
Just lie away
Ooooh babe
Tell us we’ll all be okay!
Ooooh babe

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Another Prick In Wall Street (Part 3)
Parody of “Another Brick In The Wall (Part 3)”

We don’t need no arms or army
We don’t need no drug cartels
Just be the one writing the rules, that’s all
And it helps if you’ve got a lot of gall
Yeah, it helps if you’ve got a lot of gall
All in all, just take a few pricks in Wall Street
All in all, just take a few pricks in Wall Street

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Screw You
Parody of “Hey You”

Screw you
People young & old
I got all your cash & gold
You can bite me

Screw you
Burning up my files
Then I’ll fly to tropical isles
You can’t seize me

Screw you
There’s no one to indict
I did it all in broad daylight
I worked for Citi

Screw you
They foreclosed on your home
After I bundled up your loan
To something toxic

Screw you
We should be lined up to the wall
And shot between the balls
For all our stealing

Screw you
When I was in the zone
I’d rake in a billion bones
The CEO loved me!

Wall Street now has got all of your money
Not matter what you try, we’ll go scot-free
As the world, it circles the drain

Screw you
I hit the motherlode
Just doing what I’m told
It ain’t so shitty

Screw you
I’m not taking the fall
And I ain’t testifying at all
Can you feel me?

Screw you
Don’t think that I’d care at all
Do you understand?
Nothing at all!

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Pathetically Glum
Parody of “Comfortably Numb”

Hello,
Is there a company out there
With a job that will hire me
Is there anyone to phone?

Come on now
I know that the market’s down
Am I just trying in vain
To get back on my feet again

No fax
No emails or calls, I feel cursed
Today I don’t bother wearing slacks
I’m in my underwear & t-shirt

There are classifieds I am reading
A friendly tip, spoke with HR at Verizon
Other applicants had been applying for days
There’s no chance at all but I’m still here praying
When I had a job, I was a believer
My plans & life were perfectly in tune
If I could get that kind of job again
High up the food chain and in demand
Now I don’t give a damn
I…
Have become
Pathetically Glum

Dismayed
Can’t afford to get sick
Sometimes I go gaaaaaaaah!
And want to strangle those bank pricks
I can’t stand this
Can’t wait till I’m working,
God…
And now the greedy have all our dough
Those bastards have got to go

There are few interviews & meetings
It’s all bullshit, there’s just no one biting
I’d take anything no matter what it pays
I’m young but I swear my hair is suddenly greying
Then I start to sob,
There’s only so much one can scrimp
I can’t even afford to get high
The bank says that I’m overdrawn
I cannot put a cent in it now
My savings blown
I think I’m done
I…
Have become
Pathetically Glum

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The Con Must Go On
Parody of “The Show Must Go On”

Obama
Obama
The con must go on
Obama
Give us loans
Obama
Don’t say no
Sure we made some mistakes
But that doesn’t mean
An end to the Great Big Hole
We cannot fold
We cannot wait
Obama
Obama
Our money is all gone
Obama
Obama
But there’s nothing really wrong
Obama
The con must go on

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Pound Of Flesh (Reprise)
Parody of “In the Flesh (Reprise)”

So ya
Thought ya
Might try investing your dough
To feel the grand thrill of illusion
Watch that money grow
I’ve got some bad news for you, sunshine
All is not well, in fact it’s all gone to hell
It all went wrong from China to Iceland
Trillions lost & the shit has hit the fan
Understand?

Are there any arrears in the accounts provided?
Gonna have to declare them all
That’s a derivative
And that’s a CDO
Who left you exposed to such potential doom?
There’s toxic assets
And credit default swaps
If I had my way I’d have this asshole shot!

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Dumb As Hell
Parody of “Run Like Hell”

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

You better pick the place where
You’ll give up to the FBI
Without your golden toilet
And your 80 grand ties
With your empty desk
And your emptier heart
The one scapegoat after a market crash
You served on the board
You spend while others hoard
You’re on your way to court
You wanted more…
You’re fucking dumb!

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

You better turn in evidence
And watch your back at night
Don’t keep your dirty dealings
Locked inside
And if you’re thinking of
Turning down our good advice
You better hope to hell
Your lawyer can fight
‘Coz you’re caught in real heat
Inside trading of stocks
You’re gonna spend the next
10 to 20 dodging cocks
You’re fucking dumb!

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Doubt Comes To Wall Street
Parody of “Outside Of The Wall”

Lost the home, wife left too,
And then Fate really screws you
Market’s up and down
Doubt comes to Wall Street
They don’t understand
It’s the real suffering of Man
It’ll bleed & tear us all to bits
Take a stand

Cuz when you think they’ve taken it all
They’ll take more in ways beyond merely sleazy
Banging your head because of these fuckers’ fault

FIN

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Please note that “The Trial” and a couple more “tracks” are undergoing revision…because we had new ideas…so this collection is, for the time being, incomplete

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