Capitalismo

Well you came here with nothin'

So that's how you'll go

No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes

There were tears when you got here

And tears when you leave

And I might not know much

But this I believe

I might not know that much

But this I belive

Well the songs that I'm singin' ain't easy to hear

So tell all your children to cover their ears

Someone tell my sweetheart this might be the end

For this is the tension, the break in the bend

For this is the tension, the break in the bend

I ain't no lawyer, or no doctor's son

I may never have money, and I live on the run

But I'm not runnin' from the truth of my past

I'm runnin

Towards somethin' new

'Cause you came here with nothin'

That's how you'll go

No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes

There were tears when you got here

Tears when you leave

And I might not know much

But this I believe

I might not know that much

But this I believe

The songs that I'm singin' may not make a dime

And that is the reason I wrote them this time

Cause you can't take it with you

When you meet your end

Ask my grandpa, my brother

They'll tell ya my friends

Ask my grandpa, my brother

They'll tell ya my friends

Ask my grandpa my brother

They'll tell ya my friends!

Ask my grandpa my brother

They'll tell ya my friends

Cause you came here with nothin'

That's how you'll go

No money, no cars, and no fancy clothes

There were tears when you got here

Tears when you leave

And if I die with nothin'

Then I have all I need

If you die with nothin'

You have all you need

If we die with nothin

Then we have all we need