Look at me, 
what do you see, 
do you see a man who yearns to be free?
For although I walk these streets, those around me hearts have different beat.
Does this make me a bad man,
does this make me a fool?
For unlike those around me,
I know the [bad word]  [bad word] 
Now I've worked hard at what I do,
What do I do for you!
And I know the [bad word] 
and the [bad word] is.

Now no matter how I try,
it breaks my heart when my children cry,
But all they see is their daddy crying,
but inside this man is dying,
For I brought them into this world,
so I must take the blame.
When I see there is no future,
For this I feel such shame
 [bad word] 
Although I have tried for so many years,
fought through the blood, fought through the tears.
One man cannot turn the tide,
but at least this man [bad word] and hide.
I just hope my children understand,
I did what I could for our land.
But [bad word] to nothing at the end of the day,
There's ony one man who'll have his say.
 [bad word] 
The man with the gold, makes [bad word]