Market Forces - Daevid Allen

And fuck your police, and fuck your police!

*Clapping and cheering*

I was a millionaire, I knew it

Had my money in a hedge fund so I couldn’t get to it

There was kids starvin' everywhere and I knew it

People sleepin' in the streets under my feet and I didn’t give a shit

Just got me a sheet of bulletproof glass

Through which they never gonna pass and never get through it

Keep 'em outta my sight, outta the light, in the night!

So only they could see right through it

Then, splash, flash, the market crashed

And my hedge fund manager, he so blew it

So I kicked his had in, flushed his face down the toilt

Pulled his body out, cut it up and boiled it

Now he’s potage du jour in the Wall Street diner, and I’m in Shanghai, China

And I got my five-star, gold-card, bank-executive excuse

My alibi is perfect, Mister Murdoch

It’ll get me through it!

I’ll just say, «Rupert, I just killed a pinko, socialist, communist, anarchist,

-lovin', child-molestin', homosexual, vegan, greenie, arsonist Arab spy

But it’s okay, and you know why?

He’ll just say market forces made me do it

Rupert, I just killed a Greenpeace protestor.

Market forces made me do it!