Son, son
We've got to run away from an inheritance
Son, son
I must urge you to learn a sustenance
You will never see a penny
Of my old beaten world
Stick around
You will see
A rich man
I wish, I wish for you
A lifetime of labor
Hard day, long peaceful night
And then
You will never see a penny
Of my begotten world
Stick around
You will see a rich man's coin
(echoing)