So, did you make money from your flipping homes, honey?
Wonder who might have thrown some your way.
Your shelter's underwater; here comes a market slaughter.
You'd like a little more take-home pay?

I can't find a job, dear, and you can't pay the bills.

Where is my career?
Not here, hither, or yon.
Where is the silver lining?
Where has our employment gone?

The voters take up thieving; this one has them believing
He'll pay their rent and for their gasoline.
Oh, but they'll be butt-hurt from paying for his paydirt:
They're bleeding while he plays on the green.

I will loot the children while you clean up the spills.

Are we defaulting?
What drugs have you been on?
Where's that recovery, then?
Where has our employment gone?

I hear wailings of distress tonight,
But you, but you're evoking no sympathy...
Say your good night,
Turn out your light,
Call off your fight...

You're now a dumpster shopper while I go out stripping copper,
And we siphon all our gasoline.
We drive out in our car, watch riots from afar,
And the buildings burning at the scene.

I will search the ashes; you try these corpses here.

How was this cop slain?
Should I take his baton?
What else is worth scavenging?
Where has our employment gone?

Where's our recovery, now?
How can we still live on?
What's with this downer ending?
Where has our employment gone?
Where has our employment gone?
Where has our employment gone?

Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey,
Itty-eye, bitty-ey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...