You’re a money man
Pretending to be poor
Lying to your people
Who deserve more

Your towns are dust bowls
Broken and bust
All of their lives
Gathering rust

We thought that these days belonged to the past
Golden age would never last
Destroyer
Battle hard won
Just days to be undone

Destroyer

Jobs gone overseas
Banks gambled their homes
They lied and they cheated
Sold luckless loans

You blame the immigrant
And not the CEO
Now you must maintain
The status quo

Dark shroud on our shoulder
Keeps on creeping, making us colder