Won't you light a candle And turn off the other lights Pull a chair up to the table Take the hand that's on your right Don't let your hopes be over-raised It will or won't occur Please free your minds and concentrate On those long interred I know this is unusual For a get-rich seminar But we will call up spirits Who'll teach us to go far They who knew the secret Of fortune piled Like Carnegie, Frick, or Gould Hush, I think I feel one now Here's my skull With dried brains in it You can set it on the mantle Or hang it like a skillet Here's my femur Don't let it go to waste You can use it for a poker In your fancy fireplace You've taken everything Might as well take it all Ere I return to the underworld A curse down I call May all of your dreamtimes Be twisted and bent And filled with night terrors Until you repent Repent of your greediness And scheming hard hearts I call down this imprecation Of brimstone and sparks Won't you please forgive me For this bad spirit's words He must have caught the slip-stream Of others more preferred I promise this is worth it Just gaze at this great house I've learned so much from moguls Who are departed now Don't be abashed, my friends By an unexpected glitch Sometimes the summoning Brings a spiteful, vagrant witch Let us breathe and try again To call the giants of old Who broke the backs of strikers Hush, something is in the cold Here's my ribcage For your evening merriment Play it just like a xylophone Even fascists need to vent And here's my long finger bone I don't need it no more But I'm pointing it at you And at what you stand for I cry havoc on you On your fetish of lucre Shall I tell you what I know About your own spirit future? You request robber barons Those philanthropists, ha, ha They gave to the public What they stole from my fist They built art museums Libraries, schools for free My wages were redirected Half my life was garnisheed O, foul spirit, be-gone! Leave us to our own pursuits How dare you treat us guilty For desiring profit fruits Silence! table-tipper Shut your waxy, squinchin' lips And listen to my soul a-wailin' As music from the crypt