shadow of country ripped beneath the people's feet
An economy in tatters, helped along by your deceit
The blaming games aplenty and you point your [bad word] hand
The fooling of the honest folk, but they all understand

We can hear the screaming, of many honest men
Banks are breathing down our necks, oh will it ever end
We can hear the screaming of many honest men
Crying "How?"

How the [bad word] can you sleep?
You've millions of lives in your hands
We're sick of your bull, it's degrading
Overdue that you go
How the [bad word] can you sleep
You took all our spirit away
Along with the jobs and our futures
Overdue that you go, overdue that you go

Our families are suffering, they're fed up on the dole
The fat cats they are sniggering, they've eaten up our souls
The blaming games a plenty, you point your [bad word] hand
The fooling of the honest folk, but we all understand

Now we can here the screaming of many honest men
The banks are breathing down our necks, will it ever end
Ah we can hear the screaming of many honest men crying "How?"