There's a fine, fine line
    between investment grade and junk
    There's a fine, fine line
    between liquidity and a crunch
    And you never know 'til you settle up
    if the credit is benign
    There's a fine, fine line
    between a gain and a painful decline

    There's a fine, fine line
    between the theories and the facts
    And there's a fine, fine line
    between what's solid and what cracks
    And now my holdings badly misbehave
    and my losses aren't confined
    'Cause there's a fine, fine line
    between a gain and a painful decline

    For years I piled on debt
    and smiled as my profits soared
    (I even bought a solid gold toilet, yeah)
    Now I see that I can't
    be levered this much any more
    (panicking, I'm panicking, I think I've soiled myself)
    Bernanke, please save me,
    cut rates, oh I implore...
    (please, even 50 bps)

    There's a fine, fine line
    between a bull and a bear
    And there's a fine, fine line
    between delight and despair
    I'm hoping I'll avoid the pain to come
    from trades yet to unwind
    But there's a fine, fine line
    between a gain
    and a crippling, crushing,
    mortally wounding decline
    (help me)