Death of a Banker

Slipping down from an harmless chair Cold shivering knees Slowly wispering an evening prayer To the God of the weak I've been haunted for all my life For what I've done I'll soon be gifted with a well sharped knife So the door opens and I face Death embodied in a desperate man He points his Walther and says: "you'll soon be rotting in the garbage can" Could have had everything, could have had it all But greed has grown up inside of me 'til it filled every hole I've been haunted for all my life I hear a sudden shout: "You strangler! Your time has come tonight" So the door opens and I face Death embodied in a desperate man He points his Walther and says: "you'll soon be rotting in the garbage can" "If you were me, then You would have known how it feels Drown my children, then killed my woman Too much anger, too much shame rained on me, now you go keep'em company!"