Gang Of Four - To Hell With Poverty lyrics

In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks, well, there's no charge In this land right now some are insane, a million charge To hell with poverty, we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty, the check will arrive, we'll turn the boast again To hell with poverty, the check will arrive, we'll turn to boast again In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge In this land right now some are insane, a million charge To hell with poverty, we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty