Gang Of Four - To Hell With Poverty Lyrics
To Hell With Poverty
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks, well, there’s no charge
In this land right now some are insane, a million charge
To hell with poverty, we’ll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty, the check will arrive, we’ll turn the boast again
To hell with poverty, the check will arrive, we’ll turn to boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there’s no charge
In this land right now some are insane, a million charge
To hell with poverty, we’ll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty
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