If the masters were the slaves
If the owners became the dogs
How would they behave?
'Cause selling family heirlooms
For one fifty or a pound
Is like standing outside
Burger King
Selling horse and hound
Cause sleeping in a doorway
With a futon and a quilt
Is like crying in the rubble
Of a building that you built
The day that you're not man enough
Is the day you cease to be
A wheel-barrow full of leaves
From a rotten apple tree
If the mugger was a woman
And the man just passing by
Would ya' ___ and bitch and slag it up
You'd shrivel up and die
If the landlord was the tennant
And the hunter was the game
If construction was constricted
And capital just the same
Cause sleeping in a doorway
With a futon and a quilt
Is like crying in the rubble
Of a building that you built
The day that you're not man enough
Is the day you cease to be
A wheel-barrow full of leaves
From a rotten apple tree
If the King was court jester
And the jester took the throne
He'd put the privileged on the streets
And give the poor a home
If the Irish were the English
And the English still not free
Would ya mick and pick
And pad it up [?]
You tongue the pip and agree
Cause sleeping in a doorway
With a futon and a quilt
Is like crying in the rubble
Of a building that you built
The day that you're not man enough
Is the day you cease to be
A wheel-barrow full of leaves
From a rotten apple tree
If the greedy were the starving If the masters were the slaves If the owners became the dogs How would they behave? 'Cause selling family heirlooms For one fifty or a pound Is like standing outside Burger King Selling horse and hound Cause sleeping in a doorway With a futon and a quilt Is like crying in the rubble Of a building that you built The day that you're not man enough Is the day you cease to be A wheel-barrow full of leaves From a rotten apple tree If the mugger was a woman And the man just passing by Would ya' ___ and bitch and slag it up You'd shrivel up and die If the landlord was the tennant And the hunter was the game If construction was constricted And capital just the same Cause sleeping in a doorway With a futon and a quilt Is like crying in the rubble Of a building that you built The day that you're not man enough Is the day you cease to be A wheel-barrow full of leaves From a rotten apple tree If the King was court jester And the jester took the throne He'd put the privileged on the streets And give the poor a home If the Irish were the English And the English still not free Would ya mick and pick And pad it up [?] You tongue the pip and agree Cause sleeping in a doorway With a futon and a quilt Is like crying in the rubble Of a building that you built The day that you're not man enough Is the day you cease to be A wheel-barrow full of leaves From a rotten apple tree Explain Request ×
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