Paper, iron, won't buy Eden

working for paper and for iron

work for the right to keep my tie on

working for paper and for iron

work for the unicorn and lion



I pray the kids aren't starving

no chicken for the Sunday carving

I'll stay for one more farthing



I take home my notes and coins every week

I'm told I'm worth much more

but the Church says turn the other cheek

the other cheek

paper, iron, won't buy Eden.



I know the family needs me

can't moan, the factory feeds me

won't bite the hand that bleeds me



I take home my notes and coins every week

I'll inherit the earth I'm told

but the Church says to remain this meek

remain this meek

I'm still a proud man.

Won't show anybody else my wage

a blend in the crowd man

is this anybody's golden age

is this anybody's golden age

is this anybody's golden age

or am I dreaming of a golden cage



La la lo it's paper

la la lo it's iron

la la lo just paper

la la lo just iron