Flying Lemming - A Wunch of Bankers lyrics

I fail to see, Why your blaming me, For your misery, When I want your happiness, and that is true. Of course I stashed, A load of cash, When the market crashed, But that's just what I'm expected to do. I may be faceless, But saying I'm graceless, Is really quite tasteless, I just have a totally unexpected view. In my clean pressed suit, I'm the banks recruit, Who you'd like to shoot, I give out loans, well maybe one or two. I'll never budge, Through forms I trudge, And I like to judge, I'll grind up your dreams until your blue. But in the end, You can depend, On me as a friend, Unless you're poor in which case bugger you.