| All I wanted was a home
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| And a roof over our heads
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| Somewhere we could call our own
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| Feel safer in our beds
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| There was a storm of money raining down
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| It only touched the ground
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| With a loan I took I can’t repay
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| And the crock of gold you found
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| At every trough you stop to feed
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| With your arrogance, your ignorance and greed
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| I never was a cautious man
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| I spend more than I’m paid
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| But those with something put aside
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| Are the ones that you betrayed
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| With your bonuses and expenses
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| You shovelled down your throats
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| Now you’ve bit the hand that fed you
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| Dear God, I hope you choke
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| At every trough you stop to feed
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| With your arrogance, your ignorance and greed
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| You’re on your yacht, we’re on our knees
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| For your arrogance, your ignorance and greed
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| Toxic springs you tapped and sold
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| Poisoned every watering hole
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| Your probity, you exchanged for gold
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| Working man stands in line
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| The market sets his price
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| No feather bed, no golden egg
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| No one pays him twice
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| So where’s your thrift, and your caution
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| Your honest sound advice?
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| You know you dealt yourself a winning hand
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| And loaded every dice
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| At every trough you stopped to feed
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| With your arrogance, your ignorance and greed
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| I pray one day we’ll soon be free
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| From your absolute indifference
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| Your avarice, incompetence
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| Your arrogance, your ignorance
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| Your greed |