Old Man Luedecke - Woe Betide The Doer Of The Deed lyrics

Woe betide the doer of the deed The gravy train, has thinned out in the rain of Wall Street washing down the drain And when you made off, I hope that you got paid off That your money tastes of blood and your hands are stained May white collar choke you, where the fires of hell stoke you May your children never live in shame Because we won't, forget The curshing pain of our debts Way you drove your country to the ground Because we say woe betide the doer of the deed You went along, you heard the siren song You thought everyone would be rich when they're not poor And you felt so brave, you said to gamble was to save Then the banks took the money and closed the door And when the bottom fell out, we heard you scream and shout But it's daily that the suffering pays out Because we won't, forget The curshing pain of our debts Way you drove your country to the ground Because we say woe betide the doer of the deed Your foreign wars, cut the purse strings of the poor Your entitlement bloodies foreign shores And when the heroes come home, you leave them all alone You've no use for their sub-prime broken bones Because we won't, forget The curshing pain of our debts Way you drove your country to the ground Because we say woe betide the doer of the deed Woe betide the doer of the deed Woe betide the doer of the deed