And the pools are full of darkness
That keeps away the poors
Just like the orders of retail, oh no no
Never reach the floor.
And let the books fill with fake liquidity
And let entitlements be the chains
That fill accounts
With all that leverage
Till it's time to make a change

Short in vain
Short in vain, dumb shorts
Oh, short in vain...

Hold up! They don't buy you like I buy you.

Let's imagine for a moment that you never put your name on your shares or DRS'd, they had you labeled as an ape but never made it out the cage, still in there trading on the Street, never held the one idiosyncratic risk on your balance shee-e-eets.

Would they be down to ride?

No, they used to hide from you, lie to you. But y'all know, we were made for each other so I DRS'd an' hold you down.

Stars for the silver spoons
Stripes for the poor
Stars for the nightly news
Stripes if you oppose the war
Stars if you steal the land
Stripes if you take a stand
Stars if you march in time
Stripes if you don't fall in line