I have no time to spend with you

You talk of nothing, what can you do

You live like kings and you know it's true

That if famine crossed the waters that'll be the end of you. I've heard of people who till the earth

Who saw their seeds for all they're worth

Who cry for rain all summer long

And weep for the day when winter's passed and gone. If cherry trees bore fruit of gold

The birds would die, their wings would fold

They'd sing no more their song of love

Nor await the morning sun that lights the sky above. If war returns like it did before

A kiddy's penny would be no more

They'd cry for love and their candy too

But a kiddy's wants are nothing 'till killin' days are thru'. So drink your fill be happy now

The times will change and you'll wonder how

A man could die from lack of food

But you don't give a damn, no reason why you should.