Paper, iron, won't buy Eden Working for paper and for iron Work for the right to keep my tie on Working for paper and for iron Work for the unicorn and lion I pray the kids aren't starving No chicken for the Sunday carving I'll stay for one more farthing I take home my notes and coins every week I'm told I'm worth much more But the Church says turn the other cheek The other cheek Paper, iron, won't buy Eden. I know the family needs me Can't moan, the factory feeds me Won't bite the hand that bleeds me I take home my notes and coins every week I'll inherit the earth I'm told But the Church says to remain this meek Remain this meek I'm still a proud man. Won't show anybody else my wage A blend in the crowd man Is this anybody's golden age Is this anybody's golden age Is this anybody's golden age Or am I dreaming of a golden cage La la lo it's paper La la lo it's iron La la lo just paper La la lo just iron
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