Were you born to suffer In misery and pain Enslaved by another man's gold Or to work for others gain Were you raiseg for the factory feed Or to labour in the mines So some lucky man can profit from your grind Those of us who broke the law To beat our poverty Was sent to jail by the ones who hate our liberty The law: The law was made by those in power To perpetrate their rules At the cost of our misery To use their tools, the bloody fools The alternative was gold When I look at my money I don't want to see another man's face I want to see my own reflection So I know it's mine Give me mine on time I want mine Give me mine on time I want mine So give me gold, I want mine Give me gold Give me gold, I want mine Give me gold