It's a shame when you complain that your phone is out of date
When you could be some poor bastard living on the street
Who's chasing round the gutter just to find something to eat
Begging for change
It's a shame when you complain about your mum and dad
The ones who feed and clothe you, the ones some wish they had
The ones who freeze at night with no roof over their head
Begging for change
Cos it's a privilege you have
To stand right there and say
You need the things in life
But don't expect to pay
You're over privileged
And under disciplined
To you the value of money, doesn't mean a thing
It's a crime all the times you can't afford to drink
Enough to make you throwup and spit it in the sink
But for even one second, do you even fucking think
About the change
It's a travesty that sometimes people will say no
And you will scream you hate them and that you would wish they'd go
To hell and they would suffer a fate there down below
You never change
Cos it's a privilege you have
To stand right there and say
You need the things in life
But don't expect to pay
You're over privileged
And under disciplined
To you the value of money, doesn't mean a thing
Think of the kids without their parents
The suffering without a surgeon
The homeless man who you walk past
Who sleeps among the dirt and grass
But you skip past them like a stone
When you demand your car or phone
I'd like to see you out there alone
Begging for change
Cos it's a privilege you have
To stand right there and say
You need the things in life
But don't expect to pay
You're over privileged
And under disciplined
To you the value of money, doesn't mean a thing