Every morning sunrise means one thing to him Endless loads of rain and freezes follow him And while he walks down the London streets, with bare feet on the ground With mocking eyes and smiling faces, people gathering around What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound So he thinks and smokes another cigarette Knowing no one cares if he's alive or dead And while he walks down the London streets, with bare feet on the ground With mocking eyes and smiling faces, people gathering around What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound We are not blind, we are not blind What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out? It makes no rich man sound What is the sense of each and everyone to find it out?