Users, Code, and Crypto
Warren Zevon, when cornered, urged his father to send lawyers, guns, and money. Had he lived another couple decades, he might have reconsidered his desired triad.
"Users, Code, and Crypto"
The subprime bubble busted
My hedge fund days were through
Found a CTO
In a college friend I knew
Thought I’d found a YC startup
Addicted to the risk
Send users, code, and crypto,
Find exits out of this…
I’m a malcontent insider
A jaded, cynic schmuck
Who’s seen the emperor naked
While he whines ‘bout his ‘luck!’
Yes he thinks it’s bad luck…
And I don’t give a f*&k.
Now I HODL in Hawaii
I’m a skeptical man
Send users, code, and crypto
Spend “winter” with a tan!
Send users, code, and crypto
Send users, code, and crypto
Written By: "Weird Ev" Coopersmith & AE Studio
"Lawyers, Guns, and Money"
I went home with a waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the russians, too?
I was gambling in havana,
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns, and money
Dad, get me out of this, hiyah!
An innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
Yes, I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck
I'm hiding in honduras,
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
Send lawyers, guns, and money
Send lawyers, guns, and money
Written By: Warren Zevon, 1978
