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

Think me dumb if you wish mister,
Call me green, or blue, or red
This one thing I sure know, mister
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

I don’t want...