[Verse 1]
Thirteen grand
A year in the Meadowlands
Bored and rural-poor, Lord, at 35, right?
I am the best seventeen-year-old ever

[Verse 2]
Worked these sands
I won't go back again
Quitter, quitter, one boy bitter - rough luck
Man to man, hand to hand, fight forty

[Verse 3]
We're losing sand!
A Wrens' ditch battle plan
Record after record, Black and Decker-ed, tack, tack!
Definition: hell and high water

[Pre-Chorus]
Fatty come a courting, Lord, the money!

[Chorus]
Everyone choose sides
The whole to-do of what to do for money
Everyone choose sides
Poorer or not this year and hell's the difference
End of ropes and lines