Well a rich man counts his time
Like a poor man counts his money
Down on lemon street the search for work goes on
For the poor man and his family
The joke is no longer funny (ha ha ha ha)
When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw upon
Fear amoung unemployment
Bad times up ahead
It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter
When your queuing in the morning
Three hours just to sign your name
On the banks of the thames, there is no self respect
For the poor man and his family
Life as a joke is no longer funny
When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw upon
Fear amoung unemployment
Bad times up ahead
It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter
When your queuing in the morning
Three hours just to sign your name
On the banks of the thames, there is no self respect
Like a poor man counts his money
Down on lemon street the search for work goes on
For the poor man and his family
The joke is no longer funny (ha ha ha ha)
When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw upon
Fear amoung unemployment
Bad times up ahead
It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter
When your queuing in the morning
Three hours just to sign your name
On the banks of the thames, there is no self respect
For the poor man and his family
Life as a joke is no longer funny
When there is no respect, there is nothing to draw upon
Fear amoung unemployment
Bad times up ahead
It is cold in winter, it is cold in winter
When your queuing in the morning
Three hours just to sign your name
On the banks of the thames, there is no self respect