We were Gods of the New Economy
You could spot us by our cars
Made in Germany and Italy
At twenty-five, we’d write our own memoirs

I took stock in the New Economy
Waiting for all my options to vest
I took stock, shoulda took a better salary
Now my shares couldn’t possibly be worth less

The VCs really liked our business plan
One small thing did they fail to spot
No fewer than twenty-nine identical companies
Have the same business model that we’ve got

Got a mattress in my cubicle
Got free drinks, Nintendo and Foosball
It’s a damn good thing 
they let me bring my dog to work
Otherwise I’d never see her at all

We were Gods of the New Economy
Mortal rules did not apply
We were beyond the reach of gravity
The day the New Economy died