Am G F Business man rich in his rolls-royce of gold Laughs at the beggar cause he’s poor and old But the joke is on him as the homeless replies I feel sorry for you with your money and lies C/G G F He says look at my home the streets and the parks Look at my ceiling the stars in the dark Take a look in the larder, the things that just grew Am G F Take a look in the mirror, at me, you’ll see you. C/G G F Remember the weak, remember the poor Remember the junkie, remember the whore Don’t just worship money or manner of things Am G F Don’t just worship the bishop the lord and the kinggggsss