• In the castle where parties of royalty and funny jesters make the most of life,

    Or as we call it,

    Home,

    We think a lot about the poor while we eat pasta and dress in expensive garments,

    And we hang onto our dreams that we can help them feed their families,

    No more filthy, drungy, and smudged wardrobes,

    No more overdue taxes and famished youngsters in the streets questioning folks for spare grub,

    We pray for the poor,

    In the mansion of the rich,

    Or as we call it,

    Home.