Rich Man Poor Man

Listen to my sage advice Naughty always guns for Nice Counting on self sacrifice And for Nice to play along It's a story without end Never break if you can bend Everyone must just pretend Even though we know it's wrong But it always ends the same The odds are stacked And you can bet it The poor man takes the blame The rich man... takes the credit Open up your eyes and see It's bigger than just you and me If you struggle to be free To some you pose a threat They would herd you like a cow Fence you in like some old sow Hitch you up behind their plow And keep you in their debt But it always ends the same The odds are stacked And you can bet it The poor man takes the blame The rich man... takes the credit