I sold my last contango*
Got shafted by the floor
I was feeling rather homesick
As I headed for the door
The end was coming closer
As the minutes ticked away
I just stood there thinkin - God I need a drink
Somethin to take the pain away

And so it was that later
As the traders told their tales
Of how they trashed the inner sanctum
Obliterating the audit trail

I guess you think I'm crazy
But the truth is plain to see
That my trading days are over
There's no room left for guys like me
Don't wanna sit there matching orders
Staring blankly at a screen
I've just gotta find another way
to realise my dream

and so it was that later
as the traders told their tales
of how they trashed the inner sanctum
obliterating the audit trail
they didn't want to go to jail

and so it was that later
as the traders told their tales
of how they trashed the inner sanctum
desecrating the holy grail