Well, yet again, it rains and rains The water spreads across the plains
Who cares if both the choices stink? Who cares what other people think?
If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
I just can’t help everyone, as I once said. So I’m helping the rich, just like me. While I get much richer, and eat seeded bread, You’ll shiver, with nothing for tea.
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain