Letra de 'Rich Old Poor Man' de The Sun

The poor man hates the rich man
The rich man hates himself
Guilty by oppression that he thinks he just can't help
Gave his life to Jesus just to take his pain away
Now his money to the church just so he could die someday

On his deathbed, he cried to the sky,
"Oh, sweet Jesus, why's a rich man got to die?
Spend all my money, and I've loved all my friends
Always had that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end
When I pose a question, just what could one man do
Always got the answer to the thing that ??
Now I'm on the deathbed, with the ??
One last question for you, Jesus, just what is free will?"

The rich man hates the poor man
The poor man hates himself
Guilty by his money troubles that he thinks he just can't help
Gave his life to the bottle just to take his pain away
Take it from ?? that tomorrow's another day

On his deathbed, he cried to the sky,
"Oh, sweet heavens, why's a poor man got to die?
Drank all my money, and I've loved all my friends
Always shake that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end
When I pose a question, just what could one man do
Always got the answer that tomorrow is a new
Now I'm on my deathbed, with the ??
One last question for myself, just what is free will?"

The child hates no one
Knows only himself
Asks his questions with a sweetness that he just can't help
Asked his loving father, "Father, why do you cry?"
Said, "Son, someday you're gonna die"

On the deathbed, he cried to the sky,
"Oh, neverending, why does man have to die?
Never cared for money and I've loved all my friends
Always had that feelin' that I'd die lonely in the end
Never posed a question, just what could one man do
Saw my father's teardrops and I already knew
Now I'm on my deathbed, with the ??
Thank you, sweet Death, for your gift of free will
Thank you, sweet Death, for your gift of free will."