When the rich die last

Like the rabbits [bad word] from a lucky past

Full of shadow cunning

And the world lights up

For the final day

We will all be poor

Having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane

When the baby cries lullaby again

As the light goes out on the final day

For the people who never had a say

There is so much noise

There is too much heat

And the living floor

Throws you off your feet

As the final day falls into the night

There is peace outside

In the narrow light