Poor Man's Pound - Nits

作词：Robert Jan Stips

作曲：Robert Jan Stips

A rich man's work always gets done

He spends his days out in the sun

Trusting the figures in the morning paper

Your sweat the oil in his machine

You are the eyelid of 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