pelos Rolling Stones
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the lowly of
birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Lets drink to the salt of
the earth
Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for
his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn
the fires and who still till the earth
And when I search a faceless
crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real
to me
In fact, they look so strange
Raise your glass to the hard
working people
Lets drink to the uncounted heads
Lets think of the
wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead
Spare a
thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty
shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or
polio
And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays
and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so
strange
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets think of the lowly
of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Lets drink to the salt
of the earth
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the
salt of the earth
Lets drink to the two thousand million
Lets think of the
humble of birth