The Poor Lyrics
Or don’t say a thing. You complain, no one cares. Stop whining. No money, no food, No shirt on your back. Depressed all the time. What do you expect? Blame someone else, The poor get poorer. Neglect humanity. Angry you are at the world, Make them pay for your mistakes. Pride you’ve lost inside yourself, It doesn’t matter who you burn. Need cash, need goods, Need clothes on my back. Need gold, need diamonds, Need your fancy car. I must have that. Steal from someone else, Earn your pay. Why work for it, I’ll take it from you, I’ll take what I want.
Black Symphony The Poor
