In the name of our dear Lord, the wealth is getting richer and richer. Don't put it down, young man, sing. Sing for the people in need, for the rubble that is being destroyed. Sing, a new, morning red, young man, sing. That all care is being cut off, for those who are weak, sick and old... don't let that get you cold, young man, sing. When all our care is being cut off, go to the sodomy doctor... and feel the old hatred, young man, sing. Again, the capital is being taken over, young man, don't let that get you cold. All that was won, put it under the grass, young man, it's time for a song. When the art and culture of the dark months are singing with the old fire, young man, sing. Sing for those who are handicapped, financially being cheated. Sing when you can breathe, young man, sing.