Worked forty years as a stevedore, five hungry mouths to feed
When they grew up you wanted more
They were pimps, pushers and thieves

Worked forty years for a pittance of pay
And now it's his judgement day
All those children have money so it's no paupers grave
For the pimps, pushers and thieves

The pimps, pushers and thieves X3
Pimps pushers and thieves

The rich can afford to be pious and pure
The poor break their backs or deceive
And when they grow up, well if they want more

They are pimps, pushers and thieves
They are pimps, pushers and thieves