Bankrupt

Bankrupt our pockets are turned inside out

Money is tight and there's no work about

The dole queues abound wherever you look

Butchers are open with no meat on the hook

Our shoes are in tatters and down at the heel

Holes in the soles so the road stones I feel

Cloths on my back that have seen better days

I look over the fields where the sheep used to graze

My plight is so hopeless as I sit on the ground

The trains in the sidings are all outward bound

We sit round this camp fire making our plans

Drowning our sorrows in a couple of cans

The crash on Wall Street brought so many down

Bringing misery and heartbreak to all in this town

I was one of the brokers whose life was to falter

Greed was the driver as we strove at life's alter

What do you do when you've got nothing left?

My head is still spinning and I feel so bereft

I walk past the dance halls I used to frequent

To waltz and to quickstep our money well spent

In the stock market pool that we had held sway

All the dollars in that bear pit were then swept away

With primitive impetus we'd danced on unaware

As hungry and helpless life held us in its snare 

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