All I wanted was a home
And a roof over our heads
Somewhere we could call our own
Feel safer in our beds
There was a storm of money raining down
It only touched the ground
With a loan I took I can't repay
And the pot of gold you found
At every trough you stopped to feed
With your Arrogance, your Ignorance and Greed.
I never was a cautious man
Toxics bring you tact and soul
Poisoned every watering hole
Your probity, you exchanged for gold
Working man stands in line