The Chilean Pumper

Lyrics

[INTRO]
There was a man called Gordie,
A tale of highs and lows,
With a friend who followed closely,
In a world where darkness grows.

[VERSE 1]
A stockbroker from Calgary,
Where the winters chill the bone,
Spending time on the boardrooms,
His lonely heart was overthrown.
Chile called with its sweet promises,
He was hooked, he couldn't see,
His obsession grew with every trade,
A gamble on a dream, wild and free.

[CHORUS]
Oh, there was a man called Gordie,
And his friend was pretty creepy.
Chasing shadows in the markets,
As his sense of self grew steeper.

[VERSE 2]
He played on fear and desperation,
Promoting homeruns to the crowd,
But when the stocks began to falter,
His secrets whispered out loud.
Threats were made to those who dared,
To speak the truth he couldn't bear,
From sober days to whiskey nights,
In a spiral of despair.

[CHORUS]
Oh, there was a man called Gordie,
And his friend was pretty greasy.
Chasing dreams that turned to nightmares,
In a dance that felt so cheesy.

[BRIDGE]
Insomnia haunted his darkened eyes,
While lies piled up, he reached for the skies.
But the more he fought, the more he lost,
In the flames of ambition, he paid the cost.

[VERSE 3]
His wife cried out, “It’s time to see,
The man you were is lost at sea!”
But Gordie’s heart had turned to stone,
In a bottle of wine, he found his throne.
Soaked in Chile’s rich embrace,
He drowned his dreams at a reckless pace.
Trading sanity for fleeting highs,
In the end, he paid the price.

[CHORUS]
Oh, there was a man called Gordie,
And his friend was pretty sleazy.
Falling deeper in the shadows,
As he spiraled down, so queasy.

[OUTRO]
There was a man called Gordie,
A cautionary tale, we sing,
For in the chase of fortune's laughter,
Lurks the dark of what it brings.
Oh, Gordie, lost to the night,
In the