You got some shares - it's a capital venture.
You hedge your bets with a gilt-edged bond,
you're stretched out tight by the terms of debenture,
the game is on.

You got a fortune on paper,
how it shines on the v.d.u. !
The simple truth is that sooner or later
the market plays you.

There goes the daylight !
Night comes on the city so soon.
In the dance of the typical capitalists
what piper plays the tune ?

Money's ideal, money's power,
money's the drive that's more than skin-deep,
hard at work through the twenty-four hours -
Oh, but money's never cheap.

You made some pretty deals, I hear you say,
Judas and Faust are squeaky clean
when the last of the deals have been cleared away
what comes up on the screen ?
There goes the daylight -
Night comes on the city so soon.
In the dance of the typical capitalists
what piper plays the tune ?
Only the money. Only the money. Only the money.

But the deal includes us:
We put ourselves into the stocks;
When we built up the temple of the money god
we opened up Pandoras box.
There goes the daylight
now there is silence on the floor,
only money-computers chatter privately,
no people any more.

No people any more,
only the money, only the money,
is that what you want ? Is that it ?
There goes the daylight.