(Stips)
A rich man`s work always gets done
He spends his days out in the sun
Trusting the figures in the morning
Your sweat - the oil in his machine
You are the eyelid for his dreams
He knows his ten commandments:
Use your neighbours
Love their labour
The poor man`s pound is all you get
No matter what you try it`s dead
You`ve learned to write your name, so
Sign these papers
Love your neighbours
