Desperado, you better come to your senses,
You've been out riding POS for too long now,
You're a hard one,
And that's such a good thing,
But all of that pumping will kill you one day!
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy,
They've been pumping her till she can't ride,
The one in the gutter is always your best bet,
It seems to me some fine things could be laid upon your table,
But you always chase the ones that you can't get.
Desperado, you know you ain't gettin' any younger,
Your pain and your hunger are driving you to OTCBB,
And you say 'Freedom', well, that's just people talkin'
You're a prisoner that's walkin' through the scams all alone.
Don't you think it cold at close of market time,
When the sky wont snow pennies and the sun wont shine,
It's hard to tell the nightime from the day,
You're losing all your highs and lows,
Cuz the market's flat and the scammers have gone home, Awwwwaaaayyyy...
Desperado, you better come to your senses,
Come down from your momos,
Open the gate,
It may be rainin,
But there's a rainbow above you,
You better get that pot of gold,
Before it's too late.
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