"Shoot the Broker" genre: Adult Contemporary
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	Credits: Written by Marlowe Harvey, and produced by Peter Kilgour and Niclas Johannesen. Press picture for Lryics
	Story Behind the Song Living in a era of doubt and uncertainty, we find it necessary in order to survive, to pin the blame for our misfortunes in the stock market, on somebody we know. This song is a satirical portrait of the frustration thousands have felt when they find their stocks are basically worthless through no fault of there own. The broker is close and accessible, but is not the culprit for corporate theft and manipulation by directors of extremely powerfull Blue Chip companies. He is however, often the recipient of our wrath. Lyrics SHOOT THE BROKER I got a couple of stock tips for you. There was a time I wasn't rich, but neither was I poor. Life was good I had a new Mercedes Benz, Albeit just a lease. A home that had increased, With a white picket fence. And then there came that phone call. I'm dying, from fraud king enronitis I can't believe my life is out the door Inciting, senate inditeitis Won't stop my cert from crashing to the floor He said the stock just couldn't miss, A sure bet Dow darling That's what he said I borrowed heavy on my house, Sold out all my bonds Cashed in IRA's, Replaced them with Enron, And backed it up with Worldcom, OH NO! I'm dying, from fraud king enronitis I can't believe my life is out the door Inciting, senate inditeitis Wont stop my cert from crashing to the floor They got my Benz, Now all my friends Are giving me the fifth If I had the guts, The big brass nuts I shoot em, and let them twist I wish I'd known Someone in high places I thought a blue chip stock Was just as good as gold I didn't sleep with anyone important I should have Martha Stewart-ed a day before Hey it's your broker, you have to cover your margin call I'm dying, from fraud king enronitis I can't believe my life is out the door Inciting, senate inditeitis Wont stop my cert from crashing to the floor My stocks a bust, He abused my trust And now he's drinking fine wine While the rich get richer The real bitch kicker Is I won't see a dime He's the broker, The broker from Hell He's the broker I want to kill Shoot the broker

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