You’ve got to make enough money to feed your family
Any way you can.
Because life’s no picnic; you don’t know you’re born, son
So you play the game and you beat the man.
Keep your eye on the ball and your back to the wall
And don’t show your hand, or you’re in the can.
If you don’t ask questions and keep your head down,
Then you’ll sleep in satin not before too long.
Now look at me, I’ve an SUV
And a home in Spain and a place in France
I like a good vintage and a tome on history,
And I love my kids, don’t get me wrong
But I came from nothing, a fighter from the street
Punched above my weight; I’m a self-made man
You say there’s people starving, I don’t write the rules son,
The system keeps them down? Well, not this one.