[ Featuring Tino's Music Universe ]
I'm the little genie - I fly over this world
And I am here to grant the wishes - of every boy and girl
As long as you pay my prize - I promise to be very nice to you
And I'll bring toys and horses - cause I'm the genie of the market forces
Hi it's me
And now the genie's here - there's no where left to hide
The bottle's empty - no genie inside
Be careful what you wish for - cause it might come true
The genie he knows - that anything goes
As long as the market's happy - as long as the market - loves you
And the stocks and shares for the folks upstairs - go up
They must go up
Go up - They must go up
The genie and the banking men - The war machine and Uncle Sam
The one per cent and how they bend the rules
To make us fools look like we're cool
Genie and the banking men - The war machine and Uncle Sam
The one per cent and how they bend the rules
To make us fools look like we're cool
We need your human flesh - we need the boys
To work all day and night - to make new toys
For the world to go around - the way we want it to
And everyone's so happy here - locked in our human zoo
The genie and the banking men - The war machine and Uncle Sam
The one per cent and how they bend the rules
To make us fools look like we're cool
Genie and the banking men - The war machine and Uncle Sam
The one per cent and how they bend the rules
To make us fools look like we're cool
Now the captains of industry - are looking out for you
All the folks on the farm - are all kept warm
With promises and fairy-tales of - better days to come
As the world keeps dying - from all the stuff they've done
But you know the market loves you
As long as the stocks and shares - go
Go up they must go up - Go up they must go up
Up into the sky - and no one wonders why
Millions die - from the disease - of modern life - I guess it's all to please;
The genie
The genie and the banking men - The war machine and Uncle Sam
The one per cent and how they bend the rules
To make us fools look like we're cool
It never stops never stops
Until the genie's locked away locked away locked away
But the genie's going
Going up he's going up
Going up he must go up
Up into the sky and no one wonders why
Or where he's gonna fly
Now I'm the little genie - and I say goodbye to you
Now buy the stuff we've made - you all be good as you consume
Now make the market happy - and you all can live your lives
Inside our big big bubble there's no trouble all is fine - I bid you good bye
