Verse A1
Lying awake
Lately get the feeling that my hands are tied
High are the stakes
House is underwater bank accounts are dry
Verse B1
I wonder about your dealings with the Federal Reserve
You profit from our losses, you’ve got some kind of nerve
And when they come a knocking you just throw them a curve
Pre-Chorus 1
Lavish cars and all those fancy tricks up your sleeve
Laying in the shadows only yourself to please
Chorus 1
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
We all know
You don’t have the balls to show your face
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
You’ve got the Midas touch
And no one’s got the power to put you in your place
Verse B2 (short)
All the women all the children caught in this mess
A horde of teaming angry men screaming protest
Pre-Chorus 2 (slightly different)
Cover ups and half-truths when you talk to the press
Shylock on a yacht extracting your pound of flesh
Chorus 2
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
We all know
You don’t have the balls to show your face
Come and untie, Mr. Bowtie
You’ve got the power
Now be a proper member of the human race
Verse A2
Mirrors and smoke
Does anybody ever call a spade a spade
It’s a cruel kind of joke
If everyone could see just how your money’s made
Verse B3
Crass, convoluted version of how our assets went south
But you like Crassus deserve Persian gold in the mouth
Pre-Chorus 3
Like Trojans in wooden horse you look belly-up
The fox is in the henhouse now he’s taking his cut
Chorus 3
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
Our electorate has
Your fingers on their throats and here’s a chilling thought
With your market timing, Mr. Bowtie
The money’s disappeared
It’s in the coffers now of your affiliate
(Instrumental/solo 1)
Chorus 4
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
We all know
You’ve got stranglehold on our economy
Come and untie me, Mr. Bowtie
Our money’s into the hands
Of your offshore subsidiary
(Instrumental/solo 2)
Verse B4
I wonder about your dealings with the Federal Reserve
You profit from our losses, you’ve got some kind of nerve
And when they come a knocking you just throw them a curve
Quote
“We bring from the mountain
A tendril fresh-cut to the palace
A wonderful prey”
Ending
Come out of hiding, Mr. Bowtie
Not law abiding, Mr. Bowtie
Astute market timing, Mr. Bowtie
No government finding, Mr. Bowtie
(Instrumental ending)