PIMCO's - Redemption Song

PIMCO's redemption song




Of positions, yes, they rob I;
Sell I to the merchant banks,
Minutes after they took I
I still hit their bottomless bid.
But my hand was made wrong
By the 'and of Gross Almighty.
We forward this liquidation
Dispondently.

Won't you help to sell
All these bonds, don't need 'em -
Sell everything I have:
Redemption sell;
Redemption sell.

Emancipate ourselves from mental slavery;
Now that ourselves have freer minds.
Have the fear of Bill no longer
'Cause he's gone and it's about time.
But how long shall he kill our profit
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say we should sit on it:
But we've got to unwind de book.

Won't you help to sell
All these bonds, don't need 'em-
Sell everything I have:
Redemption sell
Redemption sell
Redemption sell.