I Don’t Want Your Millions Mister

I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again

Now, I don't want your Rolls-Royce, Mister
I don't want your pleasure yacht
All I want's just food for my babies
Give to me my old job back

We worked to build this country, Mister
While you enjoyed a life of ease
You've stolen all that we built, Mister
Now our children starve and freeze

So, I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again

Think me dumb if you wish, Mister
Call me green, or blue, or red
This one thing I sure know, Mister
My hungry babies must be fed

Take the two old parties, Mister
No difference in them I can see
But with a Farmer-Labor Party
We could set the people free

So, I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again