Miodes - Ballad of a Rogue Trader Lyrics

His face was ghost-like in the glow
Of the computer screen

And his mobile and desk phones
Were ringing
They wanted a man with unbridled ambition...

Now London is calling
London is hauling you in
And the cleaner is waiting to wipe down your desk
And empty out your bin

How do you turn shit into gold?
(For the first is his current position)
In a hole, Dig it deeper
Throw in another few million

Oh London is calling
London is hauling you in
And floor by floor the janitor
Turns off the lights in the building

Oh Life is short, but the day is long
People toil, till the soil, hammer steel
Clamber down the mines
But he had no knowledge of such things

The security guard lets the staff
Out of the door
But Mr Dean went by way of the stairs
To the 25th floor

Oh London is calling
London is hauling you in
But Mr Dean has left the building

Oh life is short, but the day is long
Life can be so short, but the day is long
A farmer plants a grain of rice
Into his paddy field
And he has no knowledge of
Such things
Such things
Such things