Verse 1
Upon the hill where crystal houses shine,
The wealthy sleep no fear of time.
While down below, deep in the valley’s shade,
The debts occur that never get paid.
They dine on feasts with silver forks
They’re always alright as money talks
Whilst backs are bent and spirits low.
Things aren’t equal as you know
Chorus
A paradise reserved for just a few.
They feather their nest and balances too
They could do much good with their money
Helping those who always go hungry
They could take away the pain of poverty
And create their own history
Leave a legacy that stands proud and tall
As a person who would help them all
Verse 2
The worker toils to turn the heavy wheel,
Producing goods he isn’t meant to feel.
His labour turns on to a stock index screen,
A majestic wealth that he will never see
They buy your water, air, and your ground,
Until no common treasure can be found.
The prices soar beyond people’s reach,
Whilst gaining more profit they all teach.
Chorus
A paradise reserved for just a few.
They feather their nest and balances too
They could do much good with their money
Helping those who always go hungry
They could take away the pain of poverty
And create their own history
Leave a legacy that stands proud and tall
As a person who would help them all