You see them sitting, in the rain, as the sky is darkening
Three lines of traffic, are edging past, the ministry of social affairs
At a junction, on the ground, an amputee and a pregnant hound
Sit by the young men, with withered arms, as if death had already passed
Part 2
Through every alley, way and clenched, a million beggar?s silhouettes
Near where the money, changers sit, by their locked glass cabinets
What has happened, let go and ask, the ministry of social affairs
Near where the money, changers sit, by their locked glass cabinets
Part 3
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey
That's what they want, oh yeah, money honey