The Poor Man's Pound Lyrics by Nits Bis
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(Stips)A rich man's work always gets doneHe spends his days out in the sunTrusting the figures in the morningYour sweat - the oil in his machineYou are the eyelid for his dreamsHe knows his ten commandments:Use your neighboursLove their labourThe poor man's pound is all you getNo matter what you try it's deadYou've learned to write your name, soSign these papersLove your neighbours
(Stips)A rich man's work always gets doneHe spends his days out in the sunTrusting the figures in the morningYour sweat - the oil in his machineYou are the eyelid for his dreamsHe knows his ten commandments:Use your neighboursLove their labourThe poor man's pound is all you getNo matter what you try it's deadYou've learned to write your name, soSign these papersLove your neighbours