And all the roads jam up with credit,
And there's nothing you can do,
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you.
Oh look out world, take a good look what comes down here,
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well.

You load 16 tons, And what do you get?
Another day older, And deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don't you call me,
Cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.