Culture travelled
Out from the rabble
And had a saddle
Placed on its back
While the vets cheered
T'was ridden to death dear
By the kind
Whose nerve never cracks

Guess the the class-ah
Of the white Rasta
And I will buy
Your very next meal
Sausage supper
Says middle or upper
And when he speaks
The winner's revealed

That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself

You're not fooling me
Private schooling
Claiming you
Are charity
Those you help most
Own half the west coast
And the odd distillery

That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself

Cross the Atlantic
It's just as frantic
Riches pleading poverty
When you daddy
Lends you a million
You can lead
The land of the free

That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself

That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself

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Writer(s): Charles Reid, Craig Reid