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  1. Pied Piper of Wall Street
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Pied Piper of Wall Street
There's a place down a dusty road where he gathers his files
Just a briefcase sitting on the floor, letters from a bag in a pile
Plays a tune of a billion while they follow him down
Cuts a deal and goes back again, the losses never get to
him like they used to
Shamed, not I - I ain't got a heart
Flames of suppertime, I just ate your young
He opens up and flies in the door, throws his work on the ground
He hears something sliding on the floor and then rolling around
Started screaming and in they came, finally took him down
And he finally became truthful, for the ones that were missing were finally
Found under the kitchen floor