Lyrics

In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge In this land right now, some are insane, and they're in charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the Boast again To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to Boast again In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and There's no charge In this land right now, some are insane, and they're in charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty