Here's to the lives of the innocent
Breaking their backs on the grounds
They live down at the bottom
They save coins in a jar
Shirts are sooty and sodden
They won't get very far, well-to-do in the slog as they are
Here's to the lives of the malevolent
Taking their time on the course
They drill down to the bottom
They do trade in the car
They wear white-people cotton
They say "Have a cigar," well-to-do in the wrong as they are
Here's to the lives of the ignorant
Basking our hides in the sun
We don't travel the bottom
We observe from afar, well-to-do in the dark as we are