Changing tide, on my mind I climb these walls for my pot of goldA million people left to starve on the streetMother's working hard to make dead ends meetRich man knows how to make his money workWhile the poor man is fighting for the same piece of dirtRising tide has freed my mindOh, and you'll never knowWhere they goGovernment's taking half of what you makeChecking and watching every word you sayKids are growing, knowing only TVFrom repeated historyWake up, son, you're so beautifulYou're better than the players and the things they doWake up, son, you're so beautifulYou got to see through the person at the same viewWake up, son, you're so beautifulYou're better than the players and the things they doWake up, son, you're so beautifulYou got to see through the person at the same viewWake up, son, you're so beautifulWake up, son, you're so beautifulHaHaHa