Текст: Thrice. Beggars.

All you great men of power
you who boast of your feats
politicians and entrepreneurs(?)
can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep
keep your heart beating steady and sure
as you lie in your bed
does the thought haunt your head
that your really rather small
if there's one thing I know in this life
we are beggars all

all you champions of science
and rulers of men
can you summon the sun from its sleep
and does the earth seek your council on how fast to spin
and you shot up the gates of the deep
and donit you know that all things
hang as you by string o'er the darkness
poised to fall
if there's one thing I know in this life
we are beggars all