You studied hard and you got a good job Cause you didn’t want to end up as just another sorry slob And you put some money away For a rainy day And the job goes well and you like the work And you think promotion is a cert And you never see it ending any day And you get nice car And you get a nice wife And you think to yourself ‘Man, it’s a wonderful life’ But you don’t see the trouble heading right you way On the financial page
Put your money in the bank, son, they all say You couldn’t see the bastards making hay You’re sailing full steam backwards every day You get the house and things are going fine You look around and think ‘Is this all mine?’ You’ve come so far, and it’s getting better every day But then the problems start to raise their heads Those investors [bastards?] weren’t all that they said You lay awake tormented by the certainty That things aren’t how they seem
So you knuckle down until you lost the job You ended up just another sorry slob And all your money, well it simply drained away It’s the end of your glittering career Now it’s over you’re out on your fucking ear And all the people who have done this have gone away With a big pay dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
