Poor Man's Part

Don't go down to servitude.
This is how the crafty capture you,
snare your soul and your days.
If you sit down at their tables,
you will taste delights while they,
like wild parasites,
suck dry their prey.

Don't go down, don't go down,
don't go down that way.
Do without, do without.
Don't go down that way.

Cunning voices say, "Don't fear.
You'll be making more this time next year.
We all rise in the world.
Borrowed water's doubly sweet.
You deserve the best of everything.
Open wide your hand."

Don't go down, don't go down,
don't go down that way.
Go without, go without.
Don't go down that way.

Don't go play the poor man's part.
This is how the greedy hollow out your heart,
drink your blood and lick their lips.
If you step into their nets,
you will know the sinking sorrow of regret
as they feast on your bones.

Don't go down, don't go down,
don't go down that way.
Turn around, turn around.
Don't go down that way.