| If the kids are hungry
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| But there’s nothing to eat,
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| If the baby has a fever
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| But there is no heat,
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| If they’re living in a Chevy
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| As the world walks by,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| If they’re living in a cardboard
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| Or a packing case,
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| If they’re gone by morning
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| And they leave no trace,
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| If nobody wonders
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| If they live or they die,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| Push them back, sweep them out, anything to keep them out,
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| Keep them real branded out, standing with their hands out.
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| Knocking at the back gate, radio talking hate,
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| Wrong here, strong here, know they don’t belong here.
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| My house, my car, living like a rock star,
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| Caviar, wet bar, bought another Jaguar.
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| Get it all payday, now its time to play-day,
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| Trouble not to think about, not to make a stink about…
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If we chase them away,
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| We’re gonna see them again, boys,
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| On the judgement day.
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| We’re gonna see them again, boys,
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| On the day we die.
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I.
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| If the poor don’t matter,
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| Then neither do I. |