The Burning Sun

Oh, the world is spinning Faster every day The winners keep on winning The losers keep on paying for The air you breathe, the food you eat The bullets for the guns The guns that keep on shooting There in the burning sun You can't hide, nowhere to run There's no escape from the burning sun The burning sun Oh, the poor man working Harder all the time Oh, the rich man shirking He will not pay a dime for The things he takes, the backs he breaks It's always hit-and-run On the poor man on the chain-gang There in the burning sun You can't hide, nowhere to run There's no escape from the burning sun The burning sun Oh, the tide is turning There's trouble on the way Now the poor man's had enough Gonna make the rich man pay for The air he breathes, the food he eats Enough for everyone Make the rich man walk a mile There in the burning sun You can't hide, nowhere to run There's no escape from the burning sun The burning sun