The wreck of the cantor Fitzgerald

The legend is told up in Lufthansa gold Where the seats are all ninety reclining A soft double chin and a hedonist grin Spoke of fortune from three thousand dying On the hundred first floor through a solid oak door That’s where cantor Fitzgerald faired poorly Bankers toiling in vain, Allah sent in a plane And my payday, September came early! It started for Pa, another day in shitlaw Watching bankers in maybachs admiring But his fortunes would turn as the steel girders burn And he followed the sound of the siren. Some blamed this man hiding in Pakistan Or the Jews for the terror invited But the wisest men knew it made more sense to sue The airlines, American and United As the settlements wrap Widows fighting for scraps And the limelight with old mayor Rudy I’ll just pay my rent with his forty percent With enough left for cocaine and booty Some say you’re insane to profit from the pain But those fools, they just lack the hunger So they spit on the face of men in the right place Like my pops and George bush the younger The man finished his drink, and he gave me a wink As he pulled out his iPad, so glossy Now get back into coach, you fucking prole roach I’ve gotta pwn this asshole Gay Posse I made my retreat back to my middle seat Thinking how I could profit from peril And sit on a throne made from burnt human bone Like the wreck of the cantor Fitzgerald The wreck of the cantor Fitzgerald