The red leaves fall where the snow hits the ground
The loss they give is where the tide will turn
I can not stand where ground does shake beneath
Our faith is gone we hate the market street
The walk of lies is all they offer us
Our faith denied you cheats we have to eat
An honest day of work we give for pay
You should work hard or else you can not stay
Handfuls of funds could be worth more today
Only my friend for value not for pay
A careful crash we worried in our stay
Remember friends you always pay to play
An autumn leaf will fall far from the sky
It's uselessness with blood found deep inside
If stocks should crash our shares should be returned
No common sense all taxpayers were burned
The cars we drive should not be run on gas
With common sense the oil should come to pass
No life to give when handing out the loans
No common man has one for school and home
Some of the jobs were given over seas
The rest were cut from weight when plastic needs
I often see the losers and their waste
I can not hide although I give it haste
Within the home the dealer at good pace
Watches TV with faithfulness and grace
They can not read or write their scores to play
I pray to god you take them all away