Golden Age کے بول

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