The Way Of The World

You've heard of the fellow that's lost his hold Who livesiu our town? It's the same oíd story so often toldKeep him down, keep him down. There is the inan on the sea of flnance Who's now about to drown, lle'n made ñis own music so now he raust dance. Keep him down, keep him down. The wicked who've slipped from the paths of the true, You. must look at and frown, They cut their own pathway- lts nothing to you- Hound them dowu, hound them down.