How the mighty have vision How they stand there, crestfallen At the works they have realized As their pride and decorum Now become a reminder That those they hold in contempt Still need somewhere Somewhere to shelter When they run out of rent
How the mighty have vision How they stand there, crestfallen At the works they have realized As their pride and decorum Now become a reminder That those they hold in contempt Still need somewhere Somewhere to shelter When they run out of rent