If the greedy were the starving   If the masters were the slaves   If the owners became the dogs   How would they behave?      'Cause selling family heirlooms   For one fifty or a pound   Is like standing outside   Burger King   Selling horse and hound      Cause sleeping in a doorway   With a futon and a quilt   Is like crying in the rubble   Of a building that you built      The day that you're not man enough   Is the day you cease to be   A wheel-barrow full of leaves   From a rotten apple tree      If the mugger was a woman   And the man just passing by   Would ya' ___ and bitch and slag it up   You'd shrivel up and die      If the landlord was the tennant   And the hunter was the game   If construction was constricted   And capital just the same      Cause sleeping in a doorway   With a futon and a quilt   Is like crying in the rubble   Of a building that you built      The day that you're not man enough   Is the day you cease to be   A wheel-barrow full of leaves   From a rotten apple tree      If the King was court jester   And the jester took the throne   He'd put the privileged on the streets   And give the poor a home      If the Irish were the English   And the English still not free   Would ya mick and pick   and pad it up (?)   You tongue the pip and agree      Cause sleeping in a doorway   With a futon and a quilt   Is like crying in the rubble   Of a building that you built      The day that you're not man enough   Is the day you cease to be   A wheel-barrow full of leaves   From a rotten apple tree