Marilyn Rucker

Lyrics

Invisible Hand of the Market have mercy on me!
In the USA you’re our number one deity!
And everything’s up to you
And our collective greed
And your booms and your busts
Are just part of your mystery.

Children, you know it’s all about
How much money your parents had.
If you weren’t born at the top of the heap,
The hand’s gonna squash you flat.

Invisible Hand of the Market
May I call you Ba’al?
Don’t want to put you off
But that gold plate inspires awe
And I’m deathly afraid
That my profits gonna slow to a crawl.
So like a good plutocrat I want to please you above all.

Children, you know it’s all about
How much money your parents had
If you weren’t born at the top of the heap,
The hand’s gonna squash you flat.

(Instrumental)

Invisible Hand of the Market
We know you don’t care
That our rent’s too high
And our safety net needs repair.
As we’re gunned down in the streets
You can see it in our vacant stares:
We all wished we had a slightly more
Robust market share.

Children, you know it’s all about
How much money and power your parents had.
If you weren’t born at the top of the heap,
The hand’s gonna squash you flat.
The hand’s gonna squash you flat.

Invisible Hand of the Market
Have mercy on me!
In the modern world
You’re our number one deity!
And everything’s up to you
And our collective greed.
But your booms and your busts
Are just part of your mystery
Yeah it’s almost like you’re not a real caring entity.
Pardon me!
Invisible Hand of the Market have mercy on me!