"Owner Of Nothing" lyrics

Bring home the bacon, spend days in toil
Breaking our backs with the plow in the soil
Envy the scarecrow, free as the birds
This is our curse, burning the midnight oil

Left us with nothing, live hand to mouth
Gazed to the stars with wordless cries
We bailed our boats with buckets full of holes
Everything's lost and our children they inherit us
To become a feast for worms, they turn in to dust!

An owner of nothing, he is not free
Even the smallest of grain can cause him to bleed
With no powers comes no responsibility
The poor man's philosophy
When you're an owner of nothing, don't tell me you're free

We carried rifles because we were forced
Women and children killed by the war
If mighty cedars by axes go down
How can man but a bush withstand?

An owner of nothing, he is not free
Even the smallest of grain can cause him to bleed
With no powers comes no responsibility
The poor man's philosophy
When you're an owner of nothing, don't tell me you're free

Poor wretched sinner travel where thou wilt
Thy travel shall be burdened with thy guilt
With wealth and honour banded on the floor
Of fickle fortunes false and slippery court

An owner of nothing, he is not free
Even the smallest of grain can cause him to bleed
With no powers comes no responsibility
The poor man's philosophy
When you're an owner of nothing, don't tell me you're free