No never let your trading get in the way of the big picture
Because then you realize the guilt you own
Every way and everyday you dicked to make that day trade
You dug the ditch deeper on what wasn't your to own

No amount of finger lickin
Is gonna suck off that sauce of your delight
You helped roast America
By dicking it over right

When the light of day comes to play
How much light do you really own
Whose life did you steal away
For the foul breath that you now own

Death to the trader or is traitor a better speak
The people will riot and these are those they seek
All now brought to you by
The profits you did seek