If there's no job, there's no money
If you don't have money, you go bust
If you went bust, you don't get a job
Nor cigarettes, booze, food
Chicks need a man
That has no problem with money
A man who in need gets everything
It sounds like shit, but this is how it goes here
Life on the other side of the world
While here on the rotten side, poverty
It thinks and talks about other stuffs
No matter what type of wind blows
But if there's no job, there's no money ...
I say if there's no job, there's no money...
If you don't have a job, you have nothing
If you have nothing, you have to take
But if you take, they take you in ( to prison)
Then you'll have troubles and don't want that
Be happy if you're not hungry
Because the hungry is capable of anything
And if his knife is sharp enough too
Anyone can become a bloody corpse
Olds, children, starving ones
Allowed criminals
Chosen thieves
They say, I'm alright
But the dough is always the others'
It belongs to the fatty tycoons
Corruption, ruination
I wouldn't give a shit about that
But if there's no job, there's no money ...
I say if there's no job, there's no money...
If there's no job, there's no money
If you don't have money, you go bust
If you went bust you don't get a job
Nor cigarettes, booze, food
Chicks need a man
That has no problem with money
A man who in need gets everything
It sounds like shit, but this is how it goes here
... I know too that it sounds like shit
But I know well too, that this is how it goes here