Listen to my sage advice
Naughty always guns for Nice
Counting on self sacrifice
And for Nice to play along
It's a story without end
Never break if you can bend
Everyone must just pretend
Even though we know it's wrong
But it always ends the same
The odds are stacked
And you can bet it
The poor man takes the blame
The rich man... takes the credit
Open up your eyes and see
It's bigger than just you and me
If you struggle to be free
To some you pose a threat
They would herd you like a cow
Fence you in like some old sow
Hitch you up behind their plow
And keep you in their debt
But it always ends the same
The odds are stacked
And you can bet it
The poor man takes the blame
The rich man... takes the credit