Thick as a Brick

Hope you don't mind if I sit this one out.
My words but a whisper — your debt a work-out.
The news makes you feel but it cant make you think.
Your score’s in the gutter — your price in the drink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your Serinesque deals and
Your loan men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle values are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The seismic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The unsuited prey.
But your hummers are worn at the wheels and
Your credit card’s starting to squeal and
Your loan men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.