When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunningAnd the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our sayPut a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a sayThere is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
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