Silver Legacy (Rich Man's Counting Song)
There’s one whom we entrust our lives and our coffers.
While others may go bust, His Favoured Shall Prosper:
The Rich Man that swore he
Would lift up to glory,
And keep from slavery
This silver legacy. Praise to him and give thanks for what he affords us,
The power of the banks, the wealth that we hoard thus,
Empowered from afar
By his bright morning star,
Our rich divinity
And his silver legacy. His trials we must win if we want his favour,
Swift as a dorsal fin, cut through and don’t waver,
Where blood’s in the water
Make use of the slaughter,
And prove yourself to be
His silver legacy. His fortunate shall earn, yet what he’s rewarded,
His wrath may overturn like frost to an orchid,
Above us is spanned
His invisible hand,
We retain by its decree
His silver legacy. A queen wears diadems, the Rich Man wears a crown,
He pays back dividends from his divine account,
Those who invest wisely
See when a man dies he
Leaves to his family
His silver legacy. Great hexes he’ll bestow to witches and sages,
To clerics who follow grants riches of ages,
With wealth in their pocket,
His prophets will profit,
And paladins shall see,
His silver legacy. A sevenfold return upon what you invest,
So pay him what you earn, and you’ll receive interest,
With stocks multiplying,
He's selling, we're buying,
Increased annuity,
His silver legacy. We ate and drank our fill of caviar and champagne,
And racked up quite a bill, we’re playing the long game.
At each Wealthmas function,
Conspicous consumption,
We pay this vital fee
For his silver legacy. It’s nonrefundable, our faithful deposit,
We are not gullible, our costs are composite,
And with every sale
We grow too big to fail,
Part of his monopoly,
In his silver legacy. The decades flurry past and we’ll create children,
A dynasty to last, as long as we’ve willed them,
And each generation
Boosts hyperinflation,
To gain prosperity
With his silver legacy.
While others may go bust, His Favoured Shall Prosper:
The Rich Man that swore he
Would lift up to glory,
And keep from slavery
This silver legacy. Praise to him and give thanks for what he affords us,
The power of the banks, the wealth that we hoard thus,
Empowered from afar
By his bright morning star,
Our rich divinity
And his silver legacy. His trials we must win if we want his favour,
Swift as a dorsal fin, cut through and don’t waver,
Where blood’s in the water
Make use of the slaughter,
And prove yourself to be
His silver legacy. His fortunate shall earn, yet what he’s rewarded,
His wrath may overturn like frost to an orchid,
Above us is spanned
His invisible hand,
We retain by its decree
His silver legacy. A queen wears diadems, the Rich Man wears a crown,
He pays back dividends from his divine account,
Those who invest wisely
See when a man dies he
Leaves to his family
His silver legacy. Great hexes he’ll bestow to witches and sages,
To clerics who follow grants riches of ages,
With wealth in their pocket,
His prophets will profit,
And paladins shall see,
His silver legacy. A sevenfold return upon what you invest,
So pay him what you earn, and you’ll receive interest,
With stocks multiplying,
He's selling, we're buying,
Increased annuity,
His silver legacy. We ate and drank our fill of caviar and champagne,
And racked up quite a bill, we’re playing the long game.
At each Wealthmas function,
Conspicous consumption,
We pay this vital fee
For his silver legacy. It’s nonrefundable, our faithful deposit,
We are not gullible, our costs are composite,
And with every sale
We grow too big to fail,
Part of his monopoly,
In his silver legacy. The decades flurry past and we’ll create children,
A dynasty to last, as long as we’ve willed them,
And each generation
Boosts hyperinflation,
To gain prosperity
With his silver legacy.
