Culture travelled out from the rabble
And had a saddle placed on its back
While the vets cheered it was ridden to death, dear
By the kind whose nerve never cracks
Guess the classy of the white Rasta
And I will buy your very next meal
Sausage supper says middle or upper
When he speaks, the winners revealed
Thats how it is, you see
It shouldnt have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Youre not fooling me, private schooling
Claiming you are charity
Those you help most own half the West Coast
And the odd distillery
Thats how it is, you see
It shouldnt have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic, its just as frantic
Riches pleading poverty
When your daddy lends you a million
You can lead the land of the free
Thats how it ism you see
It shouldnt have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Wow, thats how it is, you see
It shouldnt have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself