A politician's job they say is very high
A woman goes to work every day after day
The world today is such a wicked thing
Fighting going on between the human race
People give good wishes to all their friends
While people just across the sea
Are counting the dead
For he has to choose who's got to go and die
They can put a man on the moon quite easy
While people here on earth
Are dying of old diseases
She just goes to work just to earn her pay
Child sitting crying by a life that's harder
He doesn't even know who is his father