I Don't Want Your Millions

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.

I don't want your Rolls-Royce, mister,
I don't want your pleasure yacht;
All I want is food for my babies;
Give me my old job back.

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

Think me dumb if you wish, mister;
Call me green or blue or red;
This one thing I sure know, mister:
My hungry children must be fed.

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

:: Jim Garland