When you feel sad
Or under a curse
Your life is bad
Your prospects are worse
Your wife is crying
Sighing
And your olive tree is dying
Temples are graying
And teeth are decaying
Credit is weighing your purse
Your mood and your robe
Are both a deep blue
You'd bet that Job
Had nothing on you
Some men are born to live at ease, doing what they please, richer than the bees are in honey
Never growing old, never feeling cold, pulling pots of gold from thin air
The best in every town, best at shaking down, best making mountains of money
They can't take it with them, but what do they care?
They get the center of the meat, cushions on the seat, houses on the street where it's sunny
Summers at the sea, winters warm and free, all of this and we get the rest
But who is the land for, the sun and the sand for?
You guessed, it's all for the
You must never be distressed
Yes, it's all for the
All your arms will be redressed
Yes it's all for the
Someone's got to be oppressed
Yes, it's all for the best!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzoC01dFXHUPretty surreal, it was being built when this was filmed!
