Gone to the dogs, the grafters and the hogs All gone for bombs and for bailouts (bailouts) For theyve squandered all our wealth Now we cannot pay for health And across the western ocean jobs are wandering Where are our farms, our fruitful family farms? Where are our jobs, our decent paying jobs? Wheres our security, our social security? Wheres our R&D for high technology? Repeat first verse. on We'll Pa** Them On