20 May 2001
The market’s got the bulls running again and
I’m too tired to run
I turn around to face the dust and the hooves
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Mortgage payments credit card debts
I’ve looked into their eyes
Phone bills hone your skills and simon says
Kiss my ass goodbye
They say always go up
Have you ever looked down from the top
When the elevator’s stuck
Do you take the stairs and when do you stop
Can’t push me off can’t pull me back
At least this one thing is gonna be mine
Standing fifty stories up
The wind is blowing saying this could be the time
If I jump I’m not gonna fall
The chains and greedy paper ghosts blow away
If I jump I’m not gonna scream
Tomorrow the headline’s gonna say