While brokers watched
Their stock
by night
In the
heart of London town
The angel
of the Lord came down
And turned
off the power
And turned
off the power
While
brokers looked
Into their
blank monitors
Stop
messing she was bade
There’s
lots of money to be made
Turn on the
bloody power
Turn on the
bloody power
You seem to
be missing
The true
meaning of Christmas
The angel
calmly explained
In the
darkness of the exchange
They did
not listen to her
They wanted
only power
I am not
hear for god
I am hear
at my own bidding
The angel
was ranting and raving
You lost my
bloody savings
When they
told to her the risks
She fried
them to a crisp
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