I am 10 pound a carat
And the politicians, they want us to keep quiet
Poor people, they jump on track like some corrupt
Because we fear and we know how to bias
They all like fear and they jump on them chariots
Muscovites, they're like David Cank and Goliath
We are the bees that made the honey, but they all love us
Now poor people are proud that they make face the gallows
Shut the mace and chip in the hayat
I sing
Oh please
Hark, sing for the big guns to cease
Rip with ease