When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world lights up For the final day We will all be poor Having had our say Put a blanket up on the window pane When the baby cries lullaby again As the light goes out on the final day For the people who never had a say There is so much noise There is too much heat And the living floor throws you off your feet As the final day falls into the night There is peace outside in the narrow light