Stock Trader's Lament
Thinking about the stock market, I realized that Pat Benatar performed another song that's relevant. Written by Mike Chapman and Holly Knight, who were surely traders...
We are dumb, head-fake to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all the time knowing
Market's a battlefield
You're threatening to blow, you're makin' me pay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Is demand in your way, or is this the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why
But I'm trapped by my greed, and I'm chained to this ride
We are dumb, head-fake to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searchin our charts for so long, all the time knowing
Market's a battlefield
We're losing control
Will you make my hair grey, or torch me till I'm fried?
And before this gets sold, will it still deal the blame?
Theres no way this will fly...
But if I get much poorer, I could lose control
And when I pay the lenders, I'll wish I had... Gold
We are dumb, headache to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Market's a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all of us knowing
Market's a battlefield
We are dumb, headache to heartache we're canned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all of us knowing
Market's a battlefield
~~~
Music Video to sing along with...
We are dumb, head-fake to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all the time knowing
Market's a battlefield
You're threatening to blow, you're makin' me pay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Is demand in your way, or is this the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why
But I'm trapped by my greed, and I'm chained to this ride
We are dumb, head-fake to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searchin our charts for so long, all the time knowing
Market's a battlefield
We're losing control
Will you make my hair grey, or torch me till I'm fried?
And before this gets sold, will it still deal the blame?
Theres no way this will fly...
But if I get much poorer, I could lose control
And when I pay the lenders, I'll wish I had... Gold
We are dumb, headache to heartache we planned
All promises, all demands
Market's a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all of us knowing
Market's a battlefield
We are dumb, headache to heartache we're canned
All promises, all demands
Stocks are a battlefield
We were long, no one could tell us; we're wrong
Searching our charts for so long, all of us knowing
Market's a battlefield
~~~
Music Video to sing along with...
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