Letra de What Will You Be Building

What will you be building when you have to go That is the only thing that I need to know What slip of the hard hand will close the big show And what will you be building when you have to go And there's very few reasons poor people have found To grow any older is to run with the hounds And hounds and poor people make money go round And money makes favours and fevers and clowns I'll write my name on a big piece of paper I'll write down my secrets, I'll get me an acre I'll build me a fortune and pay for a saviour And I'll empty my pockets at last for my maker What will you be building when you have to go That is the only thing that I need to know What slip of the hard hand will close the big show What will you be building when you have to go And what will you be building when you have to go