WHY PITY THE BANKER DEGENERATE

WHY PITY THE BANKER DEGENERATE
(Why Pity the Poor Immigrant, Bob Dylan)
WilliamBanzai7

Why pity the banker degenerate
Who wishes he could take everyone else's cash home,
Who uses all his power like a financial Evil Knievel
And in the end always gets the golden bone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates the common man
And likewise, fears his death.

Why pity the banker degenerate
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on thee.

Why pity the banker degenerate
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
Why pity the banker degenerate
When his gladness comes to pass.