Monday, January 01, 2001

The Fed Prints On


I see debt pilin’ up cold and deep inside
Like a dam that sprung a big break
And the stab of poverty, sharp and painful
That we may never shake
You might say I was takin’ it hard
Since the bailout from Congress Hall
But don’t you wager that I’ll hide in metals
Instead of bankrupt my-self and bawl

(Chorus)
Now, the Fed prints on and here comes Gold in the backstretch
Silver’s goin’ to the inside
The Dollar is holdin’ back
And tryin’ not to fall
My faith’s gone of the gov’ment
True wealth’s scratched from another stake
The Fed prints on and it looks like Defaults
As the dollar loses all!

Some people ventured in bonds,
Never once suspectin’ what the final results would be.
How they lived in fear of waking up each mornin’
And findin’ the rates disappeared from thee
There’s achin and pain in their hearts
For today was the one that they hated to face
Inflation rose up and broke them and they wound up in 2nd Place!

(Chorus)
Now, the Fed prints on and here comes gold in the backstretch
Silver’s a goin’ to the inside
The dollar is holdin’ back
And tryin’ not to fall
My faith’s gone of the gov’ment
True wealth’s scratched from another stake
The Fed prints on and it looks like defaults
As the dollar loses all!