The peasant in the field Gets up early to bring in the harvest Packs the wheat on a truck While he sees his neighbours are starving He suffers from the sight of their mourning but he's a slave of the national bank His debts keep him from hesitating He sold his will to think
Let's burn the money Burn it Before someone else burns it for us Let's stop the running Stop the running Let's let the steel towers rust Let's burn the money Burn it Before someone else burns it for us Let's stop the running Stop the running Let's let the steel towers rust
The mechanic in Mexico City The clerk in London Town The nurse in Rajasthan So many souls are just let down They all fall out of the system they live for When the money stops to flow They used to have a good life in those days But those days are long ago
Let's burn the money Burn it Before someone else burns it for us Let's stop the running Stop the running Let's let the steel towers rust Let's burn the money Burn it Before someone else burns it for us Let's stop the running Stop the running Let's let the steel towers rustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
