The Day The Money Died

By ZedgeHero (with due apologies to Don Maclean’s American Pie)

A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that money used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my choice
That I could hear those peoples voice
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But September 08 made me shiver
And I began collecting Silver
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about the housing slide,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the money died.

So bye-bye, to the American lie..
Drove my stock to the top,
And the market went dry.
And them Wall Street boys were thinking risky with lies
Saying’, “this’ll be the day that we die.
“this’ll be the day that we die.”

Did you write loans for the Bank,
And do you have faith in Ben Bernank,
For if the Government tells you so?
Do you believe in too big to fail,
Is you house now finally up for Sale?
And can you teach me how to refinance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re still in love with this
cause I see it in your complete abyss
We really both can choose
Man, I hate those derivatives too.
I was a lonely disgruntled American buck
With a sick sensation that started to suck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the money died.


Now for three years we’ve been on our own
While Bank’s got fat on a rollin’ loan,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Geithner says live within our means,
As a puppet from the powers that be
But a silence came from you and me,
Oh, and while the US was looking down,
China is stealing it’s thorny crown.
Europe Union was adjourned;
Another bailout was returned.
And while Obama read a book on Marx,
The people protested in the park,
And we sold gold in the dark
The day the money died.


Bets, and debts in a summer sweat.
The stock fell off cause of Euorpean debt,
World Markets high and falling faaaast.
It’s still too high for the price of gas.
The politicians debt bill did pass,
With downgrade rating in a flash
Now the European air was filled with fumes
All the riots were just starting to exhume.
We all got up to fight,
Oh, but we never got the right
`cause the FED tried to print some more
The money they added was making us poor.
Do you recall the horror
The day the money died?


Oh, and there we were all in one place,
401k’s all lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Ben be nimble, Ben be quick!
The Federal Reserve and that magic stick
Cause the printing press is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Chairman’s spell.
And as the Gold climbed high into the night
To light the path that was actually right,
I saw Bernanke laughing with delight
The day the money died


I bought some gold and sang the blues
Hoping for some happy news
Banks got tired and burned away.
I went down to the old coin store
Where I’d bought silver years before,
But the man there said my money wouldn’t pay.
And in Wall street: the brokers screamed,
The CEO’s cried, and oil creamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The global markets all were broken.
And the two men I admire most:
Ron Paul and Thomas Jefferson’s ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the money died.

(Refrain x2)