Gold

Were you born to suffer
In misery and pain
Enslaved by another man's gold
Or to work for others gain

Were you raiseg for the factory feed
Or to labour in the mines
So some lucky man can profit from your grind
Those of us who broke the law
To beat our poverty
Was sent to jail by the ones who hate our liberty

The law:
The law was made by those in power
To perpetrate their rules
At the cost of our misery
To use their tools, the bloody fools
The alternative was gold
When I look at my money
I don't want to see another man's face
I want to see my own reflection
So I know it's mine

Give me mine on time I want mine
Give me mine on time I want mine

So give me gold, I want mine
Give me gold
Give me gold, I want mine
Give me gold