Am                           G           F
Business man rich in his rolls-royce of gold
Laughs at the beggar cause he’s poor and old
But the joke is on him as the homeless replies
I feel sorry for you with your money and lies

C/G                         G                F   
He says look at my home the streets and the parks
Look at my ceiling the stars in the dark
Take a look in the larder, the things that just grew
Am                          G                F
Take a look in the mirror, at me, you’ll see you.


C/G                    G          F   
Remember the weak, remember the poor
Remember the junkie, remember the whore
Don’t just worship money or manner of things
Am                                 G                 F
Don’t just worship the bishop the lord and the kinggggsss