Running pell-mell and harum-scarum

Running as hot as they do or dare

Stick out your tongue

And drink down all the venom

From Cut-Throat Cuthbert

And Millicent St. Cyr



From the real old Macau

To the new False Americas

In the liberated territories



Unusual suspects shake down, shake down, shake down various dubious characters



Mother's in the kitchen picking bones for breakfast

Boiling them down by the bushel and the score

Pull out your thumb and count what's left of your fist

There's a wolf at the window with ravening maw



Did you find how to lie?

Did you find out just how to cheat?

The elite bleat, their obsolete

But are your prospects?

Exact, perfect object

Now, if you'd only genuflect



They're running wild

Just like some childish tantrum

Meanwhile we're working every day

Paying off the National Ransom



Woe betide all this hocus-pocus

They're running us ragged at their first attempt

Around the time the killing stopped on Wall St.

You couldn't hold me, baby with anything but contempt



Letters peal slowly from our speech

The claxton attempts to preach

Stretching for stars still out of reach



Drowning

Flailing

Outside someone's wailing



They're running wild

Just like some childish tantrum

Meanwhile we're working every day

Paying off the National Ransom