Mick Hucknall - Poverty lyrics
rate meUp every morning with the sun I work all day til the evening comes Blisters and corns all in my hands Lord, have mercy on a working man I guess I'm gonna die just like I’m living In poverty My pay goes down and my tax goes up I drink my tea from a broken cup Between my woman and Uncle Sam I can't figure out whose fool I am I guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living In poverty Oh, Lord, it's so hard But it's fair Everybody talks but Nobody really cares Lord! I can't save a dime, can't buy me one cent I pay my bills, I can't pay my rent The old lady's fussing and the kids are crying They won't let me join the welfare line I guess I'm gonna die just like I'm living In poverty They say there’s one poverty They say it's going around now But all I need is people Oh Lord They're trying to keep you down now Oh! Poverty That's where I'm gonna stay now Oh Lord! It seems that’s where I’m gonna stay
