Throw It Away کے بول

Wake up this mornin' and the paper's on the mat Poor getting poorer and the rich are getting fat again Up in the towers all the bosses sitting sneezing A half asleep and the rest all start to squeezing Don't worry 'bout it baby, don't try to understand You got your answer in your hand, throw it away Throw it away, throw it away Throw it away, throw it away Wake up this morning there's a letter on the mat Big brother wanna know where little brother's at again Life is a peace of paper, goes on forever Sign on the dotted line or end up in the river drowned Don't worry 'bout it baby Don't try to understand You got the answer in your hand Throw it away