Из альбома: Fallen Angels
Rich man poor man beggarman thief
You’re like a child with your beliefs
Writer fighter worker of chief
Let everybody down
Give me give me everyday beg
You feel down & banged your head
Junkie lies with a broken leg
You’ll never wear a crown
You are the beggarman
Beggarman thief
You are the beggarman
Big man small man comedy clown
You sing & dance sink & drown
Take a step & you fall down
It never is you fault
Lord & master sickening curse
In the back of your own hearse
I really don’t know which is worse
A milligram of salt
You are the beggarman
Beggarman thief
You are the beggarman
Rich man poor man beggarman thief
You take the piss, beggarman belief
Poor man beggarman liar & thief
The only life you know
Big man small man hero or clown
You live a life that’s grey & brown
Small man beggarman all fall down
Now it’s your time to go