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There’s a grief that can’t be spoken There’s a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at the boardroom table The directors are all gone
Here they spoke about entrenchment And their actions were so lame
Here they talked about a white night And a white night never came
From the table, in the boardroom They could see the stock reborn And they rose with options flinging And I can hear, them now,
The very words that they had sung Became their last communion
At the shareholder’s vote at dawn
Fired management forgive me
That I’m here and you are gone There’s a grief that can ́t be spoken There’s a pain goes on, and on Phantom raiders at the window
Real activists on the floor
Empty chairs at the boardroom table Where those men will meet no more
Oh you has-beens please don’t ask me What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at the boardroom table Where those men will meet no more