Sort of a pop-punk-spoken word-nursery rhyme-ish commentary on today's economy.

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Verse 1:
Emptied out my mailbox, it's not funny
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
All say “Dear Sir, send me moneyâ€쳌
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Well, they'll just have to wait some more
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
'Cause today my boss showed me the door
(Picking up the pieces)

Chorus:
All is falling, crashing crawling
No tears left for senseless bawling
Picking up the pieces of my life

Verse 2:
There's a gaping hole, jagged proof
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Where my mortgage went through the roof
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Filling up my house with rain
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
I drown while all these bankers gain
(Picking up the pieces)

Repeat chorus

Prebridge:
Sometimes I just want to scream

Bridge:
I try
To understand this promised land
Why, oh, why
Do the guilty rise while we all die

Verse 3:
So the Feds crank up the printing press
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Try to mint their way out of this mess
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Think any cash will come to me?
(Picking up the pieces, the teeny weeny pieces)
Yeah, when we start seeing dogs climb trees
(Picking up the pieces)

Last chorus:
All is falling, crashing crawling
No tears left for senseless bawling
Picking up the pieces of my
Picking up the pieces of my
All is falling, crashing crawling
No tears left for senseless bawling
Picking up the pieces of my life, my life, my . . . life!

Copyright 2009 A. Karpinski, BMI, all rights reserved.