The Rich, The Strong and the Poor

I am a man who owns many islands

You'll find my footprints on many shores

Yet l found no place in my distant travels

It all unravels, making me want more

Rumble on the deck, I've boxed many strongman

If you've got an answer, I can prove you wrong

Yet I have no rest in this life of vengeance

There's no repentance for fighters in the fight

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

In the mud and the gravel

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing as I travel

Through the mud and the gravel

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

Pardon me, good sir, can you spare a quick glance?

Can you even bother for a hungry soul?

See, I had no choice in this life so bitter

I need just a flicker, just a glimmer of hope

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

Through the mud and the gravel

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing as I travel

Through the mud and the gravel

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

In the mud and the gravel

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing as I travel

Through the mud and the gravel

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

In the mud and the gravel

I'll be singing, I'll be singing

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

I'll be singing as I travel

Through the mud and the gravel

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"

"This is not my home! This is not my home!"