Banker’s Holiday

by Karl and Gail Hourigan

the factory’s closed and we’re all sent home
to sit in the parlour and wait
wait for the call that never may come
as the locks remain hung on the gate

and 20 years service don’t mean a lot
in boardrooms up high in a tower
their heads in the clouds our feet on the floor
and we’re losing ground by the hour
yeah we’re giving up ground by the hour

CHORUS:
lend me a hand show me a smile
walk in my shoes just for a mile
tell me you know what I would say
on this banker’s holiday

I’m paying the price for trusting in you
you with your baggage and freight
of lies and of greed you don’t care about me
but I cannot carry your weight
no I cannot carry your weight

no one is punished but we will all pay
for negligence we could not see
and your house of cards has burned to the ground
now who among us is still free