Poor People

Mama why do poor people have to live in poor houses?
'Cause they're poor 'cause we're rich
Because they scratch where we itch

But it's fine, it's all right
It's all part of His plan
God is fine, God is nice
Life is fair, understand?

Mama why do poor people hurt the most when they get sick?
'Cause they're poor 'cause we're rich
'Cause where we're cut, they make the stitch
But Mama why do poor people have to work so much more?
'Cause they're poor 'cause we're rich
Because they'll believe in all our shit

But it's fine, it's OK
It's all planned anyway
God is good, God is nice
Life is fair, life is gay

To the first, the second and to the third
"They" and "we" are never the same word
When they'll see an island they will swim to the shore
When our boat will have sunk we will swim like before

Mama why do rich people eat their food before it's cold?
'Cause they're rich 'cause we're poor
'Cause their time is worth that much more
And Mama why are rich people never long in hospitals?
'Cause they're rich 'cause we're poor
'Cause they just float across the floor

But it's fine, it's all cool
We have love and we have trust
God is harsh, God is cruel
Life is really all about us

To the fourth, the fifth and to the sixth
"They" and "we" just never coexist
We'll fight the wars and we will bring home the flag
They'll die alone with just a cloth in their bag