Inside Job, White House, Blues

Well Raegan the cowboy
Couldn’t do no wrong...
Rode on into Washington
Singing his deregulation song
Hard Times, Hard Times…

While the people watching movies
Couldn’t see what had been done
The large investment banks
Had grown a mighty sum
Hard Times, Hard Times

So down it went a rolling
That big old money train
Profits over people
Securitization Food Chain
Hard Times Hard Times

So down it went a rolling
Rolling on down the rails
Feeding the fat cats profits
On bets they made and knew would fail
Hard Times, Hard Times

All the houses disappeared
The jobs they numbered nill
While the fat cats filled their pockets
And the taxpayer foots the bill
Hard Times, Hard Times

Now Obama's in The White House
Drinking from a silver cup
And Bernanke, Feldstein, Summers...
They're still being propped up
Hard Times, Hard Times

Now Obama’s In the White House
You know he’s doing his best
But there aint no regulation
It's still Raegan's wild West
Hard Times, Hard Times