Monex for Nothing
Neon humming on the office wall,
numbers rising, numbers fall.
Somebody whispers, “This is gold,”
same old story getting sold.
He sits behind a polished screen,
talking like he owns the dream.
Buy it low and sell it high,
draw a line across the sky.
Coffee cold, the market hot,
everyone wants what they’ve not got.
A thousand promises on display,
every fortune one click away.
They say the future’s coming fast,
better grab it while it lasts.
Monex for nothing,
numbers on the wall.
Monex for nothing,
watch the big ones fall.
Everybody wants the winning hand,
nobody wants to understand.
Monex for nothing,
easy come, easy gone.
A man downstairs works nine to five,
keeps the old machines alive.
No flashing graphs, no private calls,
just grease and dust and concrete walls.
Up above they toast the deal,
down below they make it real.
Funny how the money flows
to the people no one knows.
They say the future’s shining bright,
but somebody’s working through the night.
Monex for nothing,
numbers on the wall.
Monex for nothing,
watch the big ones fall.
Everybody wants the winning hand,
nobody wants to understand.
Monex for nothing,
easy come, easy gone.
You can buy a name,
you can buy a chair,
you can buy a little piece of air.
You can sell tomorrow,
you can sell today,
but sooner or later
someone has to pay.
Monex for nothing,
lights across the town.
Monex for nothing,
build it up, tear it down.
Everybody wants the golden line,
everybody says the timing’s fine.
Monex for nothing,
easy come, easy gone.
Easy come…
easy gone.
Monex for nothing.
S.
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