M. JaggerK. Richards)Let's drink to the hard working peopleLet's drink to the lowly of birthRaise your glass to the
good and the evilLet's drink to the salt of the earthSay a prayer for the common foot soldierSpare a thought for his back
breaking workSay a prayer for his wife and his childrenWho burn the fires and who still till the earthAnd when I search a f
aceless crowdA swirling mass of gray andBlack and whiteThey don't look real to meIn fact, they look so strangeRaise your
glass to the hard working peopleLet's drink to the uncounted headsLet's think of the wavering millionsWho need leaders but g
et gamblers insteadSpare a thought for the stay-at-home voterHis empty eyes gaze at strange beauty showsAnd a parade of the
gray suited graftersA choice of cancer or polioAnd when I look in the faceless crowdA swirling mass of grays andBlack and
whiteThey don't look real to meOr don't they look so strangeLet's drink to the hard working peopleLet's think of the lowl
y of birthSpare a thought for the rag taggy peopleLet's drink to the salt of the earthLet's drink to the hard working peopl
eLet's drink to the salt of the earthLet's drink to the two thousand millionLet's think of the humble of birth