Sharks

Always in the kill zone, locked and cocked and loaded

Survival of the fittest, every sheep gets slaughtered

Racket of executives, big hunters for small game

You'll lose your fingers, if you shake their hands

No bet unless a sure thing, no fight unless you're sure to win

Doing any better would be a sin

Sharks, greed is what keeps them alive, sharks

They feed until you die, until everything dies

Staying inside the golden circle, a player or you're nothing

Measuring a man's success, by the size of his wallet